a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de maniacal - rōnin

[verse 1]

i’m restless radio death list
your hoe on the laundry list
concentrate to the brain b-tch
smoke inhaled like furnace sh-t
gummy bears to jew the pain to
salivary gland lost but i found my pineal
dad told me f-ck with white b-tches like how they f-ck with the linear
drug detoxing got me looking much skinnier
gunshot got your b-tch defaced
take a half gram dab i get f-cking faced
got my eyes looking like i got maced
couple chocolate people where i live
ch-nks the yellow french vanilla
and i’m the beaner strawberry picker
and they don’t expect us to use a trigger
i bonaparte your b-tch p-ssy after i lick her
she ride me like a wild amazonian
the man got us sp-ced apart like napoleon
sh-t was better when we was kids like nickelodeon
spit this like a loogie
i got too much dirt to be acting bougie
bars got my head hotter than a noogie
don’t know how to dance still show your b-tch how to boogie

[bridge]

then i’m found in her solace
can’t wait to see christopher wallace
my n-gga my people are lawless
gimme the number of that broadess
that -ss got her looking like a goddess
still grab the rubber ya boy gotta stay cautious
run my hand up to above her bodice
this aphrodite finna get boned by this adonis
mind in a trance when i advance to her pants
blood pressure increasing as i pull out my lance
eyes rolling backwards bend her over in a stance
she want a breath bead dripping but she don’t get a chance

paranoia stalking
predatory rocking
me and your b-tch thigh locking (3x)

[verse 2]

i talk that good sh-t call my raps a eulogy
c-m in your b-tch so i can test my buoyancy
i’m your b-tch gynecologist this d-ck she consultin
wetter than a spear headed dolphin
spear headed switch blade start the robbin
piercing like the hi hat got you in a coffin
i spit that acid that’ll get you tripping
he-rs- rapping put you in a coffin
i rehe-rs- to make your mind burst
godd-mn people like me are the worst
scatter rapping cause i got my mind cursed
bullet shatter the cranium
sh-t i can’t wait to blow like uranium
lyrics will get your face melting
like chocolate on a summer table
i know stories about real sh-t so f-ck a fable
i look so marvelous thinking i was wrapped in sable
when it comes to the west coast rappers i’m a staple
sipping on something about as sweet as the maple
i’m a predator hunting the prey that is paper

- ronin

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS