miind - manray lyrics
[miind - manray lyrics]
Get the kicker, I beg to differ
I sip the hawk venom, out of a pitcher
Feel like the Quiskter, fast like a fisker
Who made the beat? Shout out to
They say, close your mouth
I'm running it off track meet, on the beat
And the pen’ll be gone
I'm feeling divine, kill kind
You outta line pull up with a nine
With a fridge full of ice
She wanna feast with the meat of the mind
I'm bout to poke her face
With the sharpest pine
She wanna this dick in the wind, she a fool
Y'all stink like the skunk
From the Loony Tunes every villain is lemon
But a nigga sour so it's okay though
I'm making pesos, get out my face hoe
Flex on a nigga like a protein shake, though
I'm still Black Vegeta, don't doubt
Or deceive me, shit is easy, feeling
Queasy, nut on this beat, I be never teasing
Bitch, I'm an shock you, look like a Pichu
Pull up on your block, saying very nice to
Meet you, back, and I'm bad, and it feel
Like a reboot, running again, and
Again, and I'm fend to defeat you, uh
I slice out ya Wi-fi
Now you don't got no bars
Come at your house, with the dicks, pause
And put it in your mouth like a porn star
Grind on that bitch, like some parkour
Blow you away like a cyborg
She wanna gentleman, I don't
Open the door for her, and I'm
Too good, like a five star, you
Getting cut off the landline
To the point the bars you spitting
Dial back, like star 69, when I feel divine
I'm a put knife in ya eyelid, nice
But an nigga never kill with kindness
When the killing the feeling
Definitive winning, the ridding
Of idiot, nigga run independent in
I'm a get up in, percentage of entity
Give her the remedy, killing it
Kinda of the king pin, diminish it
Then I finish it, watching like
Ben Tennyson, feeling the pen
Pinning, I belong in the dog pen
And an nigga been all sent, and I'm never
The calm nigga, I'm over the line nigga
My nigga I got bars, the
Beat is the bartender, i'm done
I sip the hawk venom, out of a pitcher
Feel like the Quiskter, fast like a fisker
Who made the beat? Shout out to
They say, close your mouth
I'm running it off track meet, on the beat
And the pen’ll be gone
I'm feeling divine, kill kind
You outta line pull up with a nine
With a fridge full of ice
She wanna feast with the meat of the mind
I'm bout to poke her face
With the sharpest pine
She wanna this dick in the wind, she a fool
Y'all stink like the skunk
From the Loony Tunes every villain is lemon
But a nigga sour so it's okay though
I'm making pesos, get out my face hoe
Flex on a nigga like a protein shake, though
I'm still Black Vegeta, don't doubt
Or deceive me, shit is easy, feeling
Queasy, nut on this beat, I be never teasing
Bitch, I'm an shock you, look like a Pichu
Pull up on your block, saying very nice to
Meet you, back, and I'm bad, and it feel
Like a reboot, running again, and
Again, and I'm fend to defeat you, uh
I slice out ya Wi-fi
Now you don't got no bars
Come at your house, with the dicks, pause
And put it in your mouth like a porn star
Grind on that bitch, like some parkour
Blow you away like a cyborg
She wanna gentleman, I don't
Open the door for her, and I'm
Too good, like a five star, you
Getting cut off the landline
To the point the bars you spitting
Dial back, like star 69, when I feel divine
I'm a put knife in ya eyelid, nice
But an nigga never kill with kindness
When the killing the feeling
Definitive winning, the ridding
Of idiot, nigga run independent in
I'm a get up in, percentage of entity
Give her the remedy, killing it
Kinda of the king pin, diminish it
Then I finish it, watching like
Ben Tennyson, feeling the pen
Pinning, I belong in the dog pen
And an nigga been all sent, and I'm never
The calm nigga, I'm over the line nigga
My nigga I got bars, the
Beat is the bartender, i'm done