letra de project. - prdctdgtal
[verse 1: aaron]
twist your head i’m the exorcist
’bout to take your soul right out of you
last night i thought of you
and i drew a pentagram and i f-cked you
knock on wood, this that jinx sh-t
pink birch tree, roar like a lynx sh-t
leave that petty sh-t behind cause i’m mature, i’m just playing
i’m still screaming f-ck oklahoma if you know what i’m saying
she should teach me how to dougie if you know what i’m saying
it was like a dark street hooker dealt out in payments
people saying i’m too c-cky
man i just got that confidence
and yeah i got that providence
i’m a god given gift i’m hot as sh-t
my heart, feeling purple like the mountains in the rockies
and i just wanna prove all the motherf-ckers wrong who doubted me!
[hook: taylor woods]
f-cking on your mama coochie
police always tryna shoot me
marijuana got me feeling buzzed out
taking down crown ’til i black out
got this b-tch bumping like a frat house
on my feet running towards the cash route
f-cking on your mama coochie
police always tryna shoot me
marijuana got me feeling buzzed out
taking down crown until i black out
got this b-tch bumping like a frat house
on my feet running towards the cash route!
[verse 2: zed]
making noise like i’m white house
f-ck the past i’m focused on the right now
wriggling like an eel b-tch pipe down
snap around and knock your f-cking lights out
i’m loud listen to the way my mic sound
i’m volatile and vitriolic
f-ck that flag not patriotic
known to go and fly psychotic
while i’m sipping probiotic
motherf-ckers know i got it
rappers voices so robotic
and i find it so ironic
all these motherf-ckers acting tough
at ’em i just laugh it up
blast em with my magic dust
why do all these rappers suck (aw f-ck!)
bragging ’bout their freaky wh0r-s
voices sound like creaky doors
p-ssy taste like skittles motherf-cker taste the floor
i don’t believe in rap gods i’m an atheist
all you p-ssy boys tremble at my alias
hold your tongue watch what you saying b-tch
on the entire game i’m ’bout to take a sh-t (zed)
[hook: taylor woods]
f-cking on your mama coochie
police always tryna shoot me
marijuana got me feeling buzzed out
taking down crown ’til i black out
got this b-tch bumping like a frat house
on my feet running towards the cash route
f-cking on your mama coochie
police always tryna shoot me
marijuana got me feeling buzzed out
taking down crown until i black out
got this b-tch bumping like a frat house
on my feet running towards the cash route!
[verse 3: aaron]
you take l’s, i cop a g
i be the one, i spill the tea
i got a q for all of you
who the f-ck is the best crew
and i’m fly as f-ck i’m a g6
i’m a boeing 747 yes b-tch
more despicable than the nazgûl
i see everything so f-ck you
[verse 4: isaiah]
you a slow poke, i’m a speedy gonzales
you’re basic, i’m shooting like a rocket
dope flows, pick your pocket
gun reload, kick back an c-ck it
girl on my c-ck ridin’ like a jockey
not to brag but i’m humble c-cky
comin’ with the b-ss and the treble runnin’ rebels
always hitting new levels yeah we never f-ckin’ settle
letras aleatórias
- letra de весеннее утро 5 (spring morning 5) - br00ksssy
- letra de cross - esounds
- letra de gun for hire - grinspoon
- letra de break stuff - the last ten seconds of life
- letra de eu sou o cara - mc caverinha
- letra de cada vez - humana taranja
- letra de old money - невский (nevskiy)
- letra de first love fire (live) - planetboom
- letra de where you going - pxrry & ryan witherspoon
- letra de take it back - clean lines