Letras

Stafford wake up Spicy shit Aluminum foil Up in my grill Yank a tooth out your smile and Sell it back for a bill Now you're talking all funny From the bottom of the hill I'm at the mountain's peak boy At your grandmother's for a meal I'm a clown But nothing funny over here Buddy talking out his ass I'm just sipping on a beer Y'all are too damn loud Do I make myself clear Every time I spit a verse I set you back another year Y'all got work to do I been up in the kitchen Getting too lyrical The boys cold, too icey They thought it's miracle I been on sabbatical Feeling a little whimsical Bars out the wazoo Chandler just remotes in the session And makes them pause you I might speak French and then dip The flow au jus Young man sick on the track In the mic Don't fuck with me Straight shooter on the beat Bad company Dap you up reluctantly Then I wash my hands Uncomfortably I'm a beast, what the fuck You didn't know that I make a track Three weeks and It's a throwback They say Chandler How'd you make so many thumpers From your room I don't know man I just bang I don't backtrack Meet me at the crib I'll show you how You bring the Rain I'll bring the cognac You heard me right Cognac My boy head down in the sink I'm making more slappers Now he's tapping me on the shoulder Chan this shit is so backwards You're supposed to be fucked up Naw that's the verse bastard You little bar spitters Children amuse me Literal minors up in my live Calling me douchey Clickbait Daddy's laptop Hands cruising Parental control these fuckers Y'all too goofy I'd never hit a kid But how old is your brother Pull up in that twenty two With a gift for your mother Oh he's twenty seven Damn we look like each other Said he's a real big fan of How I rap so southern Oh fuck I'm a beast, what the fuck You didn't know that I make a track Three days and It's a throwback They say Chandler How'd you make so many bumpers From your room I don't know man I just bang I don't backtrack Meet me at the crib I'll show you how You bring the Rain I'll bring the cognac Yes Meet me at the crib You bring the Rain I'll bring the cognac Another thumper player Another thumper player I'd never hit a kid But how old is your brother
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