lettuce - Cole Benzo, nadiak

lettuce - Cole Benzo, nadiak

Альбом
BENZO AMMO CRATES
Год
2018
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
140350

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lettuce

Cole Benzo, nadiak

Shoveling dirt she barely breathing but

What is the word how are you feeling

I’m barely eating so much on my plate

I am not peachy but still seeming great

And it seems everything that I’m doing is wrong

Figure it out or I ain’t living long

Manage my mind to composite the songs

Gotta make my mark with my time before it’s

Gone, goddamn where the plans at

Gotta feed all of my man’s till the man’s fat

Keep the .40 so tucked in a fan pack

If you think you’re spitting crack boi get back

Do not come around here bouta look lost

Prolly be embarrassed from the rhymes in your book huh

Hit me with your link I ain’t ever gonna look dog

Never wastin' time on the dudes who be shook

All day been asleep no way

Keep myself up and I crash so late

I be so strange you come my way and then

Exit on different pages ay

Inquire what’s the latest

All my peers is still the lamest boi

Smugly so complacent cause hoes know I spit the flamest boi

Referred to as a cold menace

Be careful choosing that sentence boi

I need my limbs to be freshest

I got severed heads and no lettuce

And it’s all right to be demented

These edgy kids pretending

I can’t care for no one I meant it

Got your mama sorely lamenting

Cause I acquired bullets incendiary

Play cat and mouse like it’s Tom and Jerry

Boi pay your dues I don’t slay vicarious

Take a peek and my core is nefarious

Paired with the trait that my mind is precarious

Slink through the shadows I’m staying mysterious

Crushing they skull to get poppin' like Mary is

Countenance cuando I’m slayings hilarious

Woah, blood always staining the floor

Yo, I cop you them bottles for low

Ay, stealthily stay on my toes

Yuh, furtively stay on the low

Thumb check they lump sum’s, ay

Hit the lick I don’t run, yuh

Fuck respect I tote guns, ay

Finesse the diff from these chumps, yuh

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