歌词
It be like queen’s kid with the face like
Jim the Anvil,
Night hard,
I play the part smoking night shot
My mind’s sharp like a shape off from
Dominicans.
There’s no confession when
I’m sending ****ing cinnamon
Women rocking double colored leaning in front of beginning
I see you lie, you use pretending, better watch who you be befriending.
My **** is profound,
I shoot the pistol with the whistle sound
And cast the show before
I hit the ground.
Then pill off just like the skin of the pepper.
Order jacket that
I’m packing, ‘cause
I’m twisted in level,
Don’t get it twisted, keep the biscuit sour but shake its shadow,
Getting fly just like the ship with the feathers,
You could be laying face down if you sold shoes
Or leave you covered in a blanket man, you won’t lose,
I’m from a place where kids are shaking for some cold shoes,
Hand out of pocket with a hakey on a bold trouce
It’s me.