Kredyty

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Randy Dewayne Lott
Randy Dewayne Lott
Songwriter
Tim Nickerson
Tim Nickerson
Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

That was rude
First Boy Blunder had some manners
I suppose I'm going to have to teach you a lesson
so you can better follow in his footsteps
Nah, I'm just going to keep beating you with this drum roll
Woah
Okay kiddo, I gotta go
It's been fun though, right
Matrix Glitches, **** carry broom switches
Smooth as Steve Harvey Britches
Washing Power for the itches
Middle Finger for the witness
For the over gentrified interest
See the dying soul richness
Minding thoughts, that's minding business
Let's get to this robbing the rich
Musketeer, three shot commits
Rodney Harrison, Daniel-Sun, 30 submit
Carry labels, a champion, I never quit
Crane raised, rush, be prepared for a kick
Till I'm gray son, stay off my dick
In the nightwings, money brings you **** character switch
Watch **** get dragged and dragged
That's some old emasculating, embarrassing shit
Grandfather parables about squealing **** snitch
A Joker played a hand card, stealth suits that fit
All the casket smiles, teary eyed splits
Superior mind shifts, criminal mind gifts
Based on government, private island, bohemian growth clique
Caught the aisle, chicken file, same mix
I keep a Drake, take a OVO or add the mix
Spellings or spells cast, sounds in the air mist
Shooting in the air, now all haters aiming at Aramis
Envious, traits of the bucket, the seafood dish
Gotta be followers, proof of the proven shit
Removing the villains means killing evils that fit
Shit, when T was mobile, I'd be robbing your sidekick
Turn your food table wet for side pocket shit
NASA cast, firmament open, applied
Fixes of a rocket, dry wet on eye socket
Stigmatized sight optics, uncolorized comics
Last days, got the hood on Onyx
Use knuckles to get the ring, sound sonic
Doctor prescribed chronic, less pesticides
Poison ivy wanted, feature clown prince
Vagabond darkness upon us, take off the mask
It only hides what's within the trash
Rich **** love to play a bitch behind gas
Lame, it's about leaving a statement fresh
Catch you and bury you in the Flash
Well, maybe it's smidge more fun for me than you
I'm just guessing, since you're being awful quiet
Anyway, be a good boy, finish your homework, and be in bed by nine
And hey, please tell the big man I said, hello
Written by: Randy Dewayne Lott, Tim Nickerson
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