letra de slopps the kid - joseph costello
the brownest rapper since your average lightskin
i called you back, but your dial tone was my only greeting
im peaking, hes leaving ; its (20 past 12) and for fucks sake youre on the ground sleeping
funny how life seems to change
that was reverse optic preference of your perception, its best if you were to snicker that you slept in
im exceptionally accepted when it comes to these fat hoes with easy access
your bestfriend just so happens to be the f-ggot, who backstabbed your career with a sharp dagger
youre not shit, youre naggers
smoke away, a smoky haze begins to stay, around ya knogan like ya old fucking gramps toupee hat
doubie tray, should he stay? i dont know how bout a pack of fucking mint invaded cigarettes to stray his daze
shady babes, praying better days ; ladies no light but got every shade ; daddys perfect ace
(lately friends are flirting) like i got fucking money stash hidden in my -ss
so fuck you, and fuck this and fuck fame and fuck biz
sing it to me as i ring up the doc, cause its that very pattern that got moms hooked on oxycotton well
no sleep, no fuck, no problems well
s-l-o-p-p-y-s x100
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