Chris Lee - ART - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

18.01.2014

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Tekst piosenki
Damn, everything the same Go outside, look around, everything the same Lookin through my wardrobe, everything the same Talkin' to my last love, everything the same Fuck, everything the same, bruh, everything the same Going back to work, man, everything the same Checking out my competition, everything the same Yo, I swear to fuckin God, dog, everything'll change Straight outta the meltin pot shaped like a Glock Break out my cock for anybody that say I'ma flop I'm not a clock, I'll be the one that they pay not to tock Take off ya watch, in essence, I'm here to make all the guap I'm Trini, Rican, and Irish so Minnie's peekin' and 'mirin And Mickey's still mad as a bitch that Chris be geekin' her siren I'm fuckin chillin', millin' about my city I'm witty but fuckin stupid, I'm Cupid but/butt fuckin kitties (Nigga, wut?) That was extra credit, if you ain't the next to get it No Biggie or 'Veli, consider this modernistic wavy shit Or monolithic laziness, a consequence of craziness I'm fuckin up your order like McDonald's or an atheist Damn it, fuck the planet, I'll abandon the whole universe For a black hole/ho makin' me sammiches that you deserve, pimpin' If you prefer thinkin' that you can curve Mugen like a shooter from that Wanted movie, move it nerd I GOT AN AGENDA PUTTIN BUILDIN BLOCKS TOGETHER, DOG, I'M PLAYIN JENGA COOKIE, YOU WANT SUGAR, BABY, THESE NIGGAS ARE SPLENDA BITCH, I'M DOIN SPLENDID EVER SINCE NOVEMBER, WALK IT LIKE A KEMBA Ahhhh, I'm fuckin raw, dog Can't say that enough baby, I'm tryna meet Nardwuar Au revoir to every bitch/nigga that got sick of me too quickly This is history, you with Lee on a day you shouldn't miss which is today My bitch is with the bae My stitches lift away everytime Chris can spit the way God damn, nigga, Neo be the testament who lost/found Trinity My ego breedin' messages that cross town vividly And we don't need the pessimists that SAW clowns lividly Cuz Cleos seen the death of it and clawed down Kennedies Message, message, message, bitch Fuck a nigga's vestiges Y'all stare at the pyramid, I look at the rest of it Shit's easy as checkers/chess, whatever ya preference is Gettin' it, might put Jacob's ladder on my neck and shit: Recklessness: on my way to Heaven with sins up to the brim, wins all up in my fetishes Fuck a bitch, fuck ya bitch, fuck his bitch, fuck her bitch Fuck ya mom, fuck ya aunt, fuck ya sis, suck a dick Suck it long, gag a bit, suck the balls, grab ya tits Left hand down, right hand up, but you not Baphomet Rub ya clit Damn, everything the same Go outside, look around, everything the same Lookin through my wardrobe, everything the same Talkin' to my last love, everything the same Fuck, everything the same, bruh, everything the same Going back to work, man, everything the same Checking out my competition, everything the same Yo, I swear to fuckin God, dog, everything'll change
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