I’m a lotta narcotics, flow aquatic atomic
The way I rhyme in Islamic promises, ignorance is common sense
Straining my gluteus, f*cking hungry hippopotamus
You n*ggas are in the bottom pit, of nauseousness
Is what I was raised around as a child
I’d rather chuck up my middle finger than give a b*tch a smile
Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres
In my Stacy Adam gators, where’s that mothaf*ckin’ stapler?
Uh, you hear that sh*t?
Ay, run that sh*t back
Yeah, that sh*t hot, n*gga
Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres
In my Stacy Adam gators, where’s that mothaf*ckin’ stapler?
Good grades on the wall, n*ggas hate to see me do it major
I’m just a leader of my team and I ain’t afraid of traitors
Lacing my shoes, we the MellowHype jews
We controlling the crews, drinking Belgium booze
We animals out the zoos, with a fuse abused
B*tches brewing in our stews, on they knees like the pews
Sock a buster in his jaw
F*ck the police, break the law
Twist your fingers up, grip your balls
If you ain’t got heart you ain’t got sh*t at all
Where your homies at? They’ll get f*cked up too
Where your grandma at? She’ll get f*cked up too
Where your b*tch at? She’ll get f*cked up too
Where the roof at? We’ll stomp that b*tch through
Here we go n*ggaro, I’ll sing Figaro, Figaro
Chucking up the divigolo burning bodies in a
Aww, mothaf*cka wanna see you shine and I got my gold on
Clancy said I’m late for my flight, well he better hold on
Can’t wait ’til I f*ckin’ buy me a jet, there gon’ be some hoes on it
Just blow O’s on it, count dough on it
Smoking in the sky, damage the ozone, don’t it?
Sh*t, I’ll take a life for my moment’s moment
Contract your own sale, f*ck a deal, you’re in a option
Turn the bass up, get mothaf*ckas to go sh*t
Rappers nowadays are all phased when it comes to soft shove
If n*ggas saying your flow weak, you shoulda bought one
You call this brand new, to me it’s Santa Cruz
Don’t find HB the man to lose, you ain’t a bruise
Catch me on MTV or your local channel news
In London recording to Fuse, I’m the man that confused
I’m f*cking crazy, need slavery to be alien gravy
But I ain’t saying it to your mothaf*ckin’ brain, skull
Sock a buster in his jaw
F*ck the police, break the law
Twist your fingers up, grip your balls
If you ain’t got heart you ain’t got sh*t at all
[ti:50 (MellowHype)]
[ar:Odd Future]
[al:The Of Tape Vol. 2]
[by:竹韵]
[00:00.00]Odd Future - 50 (MellowHype)
[00:00.55]
[00:01.07]lrc编辑：几度执笔 QQ：1522780439
[00:01.69]
[00:03.39]I’m a lotta narcotics, flow aquatic atomic
[00:06.07]The way I rhyme in Islamic promises, ignorance is common sense
[00:09.01]Straining my gluteus, f*cking hungry hippopotamus
[00:12.54]You n*ggas are in the bottom pit, of nauseousness
[00:15.59]Is what I was raised around as a child
[00:18.38]I’d rather chuck up my middle finger than give a b*tch a smile
[00:22.03]Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres
[00:25.58]In my Stacy Adam gators, where’s that mothaf*ckin’ stapler?
[00:27.94]
[00:29.02]Uh, you hear that sh*t?
[00:30.62]Ay, run that sh*t back
[00:31.90]Yeah, that sh*t hot, n*gga
[00:33.36]
[00:34.58]Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres
[00:37.58]In my Stacy Adam gators, where’s that mothaf*ckin’ stapler?
[00:40.74]Good grades on the wall, n*ggas hate to see me do it major
[00:43.98]I’m just a leader of my team and I ain’t afraid of traitors
[00:47.10]Lacing my shoes, we the MellowHype jews
[00:50.21]We controlling the crews, drinking Belgium booze
[00:53.16]We animals out the zoos, with a fuse abused
[00:56.31]B*tches brewing in our stews, on they knees like the pews
[00:59.22]
[01:12.41][01:00.01]Sock a buster in his jaw
[01:15.44][01:03.38]F*ck the police, break the law
[01:18.68][01:06.24]Twist your fingers up, grip your balls
[01:21.66][01:09.12]If you ain’t got heart you ain’t got sh*t at all
[01:26.39]
[01:41.43][01:29.04]Where your homies at? They’ll get f*cked up too
[01:44.21][01:31.85]Where your grandma at? She’ll get f*cked up too
[01:47.26][01:34.51]Where your b*tch at? She’ll get f*cked up too
[01:50.49][01:37.94]Where the roof at? We’ll stomp that b*tch through
[01:53.76]
[01:54.21]Here we go n*ggaro, I’ll sing Figaro, Figaro
[01:56.29]Chucking up the divigolo burning bodies in a
[01:58.74]
[01:59.15]Aww, mothaf*cka wanna see you shine and I got my gold on
[02:02.77]Clancy said I’m late for my flight, well he better hold on
[02:05.83]Can’t wait ’til I f*ckin’ buy me a jet, there gon’ be some hoes on it
[02:09.41]Just blow O’s on it, count dough on it
[02:12.22]Smoking in the sky, damage the ozone, don’t it?
[02:15.44]Sh*t, I’ll take a life for my moment’s moment
[02:18.07]Contract your own sale, f*ck a deal, you’re in a option
[02:21.41]Turn the bass up, get mothaf*ckas to go sh*t
[02:24.61]Rappers nowadays are all phased when it comes to soft shove
[02:27.80]If n*ggas saying your flow weak, you shoulda bought one
[02:31.07]You call this brand new, to me it’s Santa Cruz
[02:34.11]Don’t find HB the man to lose, you ain’t a bruise
[02:37.49]Catch me on MTV or your local channel news
[02:40.32]In London recording to Fuse, I’m the man that confused
[02:43.46]I’m f*cking crazy, need slavery to be alien gravy
[02:46.40]But I ain’t saying it to your mothaf*ckin’ brain, skull
[02:49.70]
[03:05.18][02:52.74]Sock a buster in his jaw
[03:08.36][02:55.71]F*ck the police, break the law
[03:11.46][02:58.99]Twist your fingers up, grip your balls
[03:14.56][03:02.09]If you ain’t got heart you ain’t got sh*t at all
[03:17.49]
[03:18.21] ★ 竹韵 制作
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