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Personal V

T.A.C.

Quavy

03.09.2014

26

Rap

Tekst piosenki
(Verse 1) Started as an assassin, now I'm here Started as underclassmen Then hall passes gave access To sinks and stalls Fucked bad bitches and all And if I bust and go ghost then who do I call? The funny thing is I'm spic Spic and span Call the Klan And tell em I got solutions Get all my niggas to hang With no nooses Got a white hoodie on, I'm Ezio Backpack on my clavicle Heads of mad exes That said I was bad at it You know I'm a meth addict You know I'm the best at it Money add then multiply I call that mathe, mathematics Ima dragon With a javelin Stuck inside of the cabin I had the slaves added in (Black music) But I'm not talking bout slaves Speaking bout having a raid Inside a Macy's parade (Luda) Put a dagger in your medulla Your tracks sound like bloopers To a Adam Sandler flick Did it click with you? Happy, mad at son My dad says I'm the crazy one Guess all of the spankings fucking made me one (Pre-Hook) Someday Sunday services Will worship my verses I'm causing debauchery Obviously I'm a problem You thirsty you famished Hotter than Georgia savanna Savana Georgia I told you I told you it's just personal (Hook) I got a lot of problems with these people I don't get props from these people I don't get calls from these people I told you it's just personal(2x) (Verse 2) Do not be scared by the bulge in my pants I adore sin, more endorsements For my Johnson Morgan and Morgan says I need a lawyer The only Richard that I beats in my drawers Tom Sawyer paints a fence Who would you defend? When Genesi is killing all of them I spit like I smoke a cigarette Nicotine inside my liver and scratches my throat Like DJ Chino King of hearts Decked like cards Man I'm fly like Piccard The charts hard with my singles Got Pringles on the table That's chips in the can Take a dick from your man Can't stand his size can't match mines Minds sorry My vocal chords clustered With cigarillos Let's call Geppeto Tell him get mellow With yellow fellows That meddle With pets in kettles And settle Settle down! Hansel and Grettle Up stilettos Get injured Call a Geico My flow moves flows Who you know can drop bars harder than a wrecking ball? Miley Cyrus on my face Eat that clit like a grape I fantasize all the time get used to it The imagination that a loser gets Sitting all alone with these cigarettes Smoking all this weed... I guess that's just the blues effect (Pre-Hook) Someday Sunday services Will worship my verses I'm causing debauchery Obviously I'm a problem You thirsty you famished Hotter than Georgia savanna Savana Georgia I told you I told you it's just personal (Hook) I got a lot of problems with these people I don't get props from these people I don't get calls from these people I told you it's just personal(2x) (Bridge) I told you it's just personal(16x)
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