Paroles

Yeah, aye, okay I Palkia the galaxy, I just need my bread You gone get handled by the gravity, you hanging by a thread Watch your body turn to mulch, wait until that fucking Mac spread Losing all control, I feel too cold, I'm going back dead I came through the fallout, hollow by thy name A little sipping turn to blackout, nigga not a game Light another blunt, feelings off the double cup All this jugging not enough, it's BSC, I'll fuck it up, aye Leave my ass alone, you never safe, you know we take shit Smoke you like capones, we fucking hit and than we break in Fucking heart of stone, the lord of woes, you niggas basic Funny where you float, I'm just around, I'm on a spaceship Okay, I Palkia thе galaxy, I just need my bread You gone get handlеd by the gravity, you hanging by a thread Watch your body turn to mulch, wait until that fucking Mac spread Losing all control, I feel too cold, I'm going back dead Catch me like Deoxys Where'd I go? All this gas got me nauseous Too much smoke (Too much smoke) With the mobb we in the mosh pit On patrol (On patrol) I've been traveling through space Comin' in hot Geronimo, oh Calling my cellular phone, huh Fading away to a ghost, huh Overused just like this flow, huh But I came in with the most, huh-ha-ha Swear that it's funny like Ed Edd n Eddy Know I'm gettin' this money, go straight to my belly My voice is so smooth You would think I was nelly Think somebody better, I'll grab my machete I'm cuttin 'em down, yeah I'll take over steady I'm making my sound, she wet like spaghetti You don't know my style Best hope that you're ready Why you turnin' so white I'm calling you Betty (Bitch) Shoutout Betty white For real Ha-ha-ha
Writer(s): Kelton Dominique Hutchison, Jessey Ryan Gernheuser Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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