BBY GOYARD - Astaroth4ever lyrics
[BBY GOYARD - Astaroth4ever lyrics]
A's on the runway i cannot fuck wit 'em
Ain't that what the nuns say?
Put the A's on the runway
I cannot fuck wit 'em
Ain't that what the nuns say?
Put the A's on the runway
I cannot fuck wit 'em
Ain't that what the nuns say?
Grey and white fit like a husky on a cold day
Posters in the whip, aye
Lil Shannon hit the showcase
Put the A's on the runway
I cannot fuck wit 'em
Ain't that what the nuns say?
Grey and white fit like a husky on a cold day
Posters in the whip, aye
Lil' Shannon hit the showcase
I can't write about my old bitch, exposé
She get juugged about a whole zip
That's a bad day
Electrify like Marv but I'll
Never be with Bandit if my wifey come home
The other hoe get banished
Like "what's good?" but I know
The goods be damaged the foreign is a ghost
I pull up and I vanish
Gary Payton in my lungs, that's that glove
Okay, I had to rob you but
I did it out of love
Send a couple shots at Zach Braff
We don't do the scrubs
And the clothing causing backlash
That's tough
And my money just alone make a movie
Call it Tusk i'm gone with the wind
Philipp Plein made of gust
The fake gold chain on your neck turn to rust
I get big Ben Wallace guap, then I post up
Told me take a hike in here, uh
Narrows on my feet, uh
Look like some hiking gear
Comfy like a grizzly bear
Gabagool, gabapentin
Alfredo with all the angel hair
What the fuck is that? Is that an angel
Here? Twist it up like braided hair
Astaroth everywhere
Ain't that what the nuns say?
Put the A's on the runway
I cannot fuck wit 'em
Ain't that what the nuns say?
Put the A's on the runway
I cannot fuck wit 'em
Ain't that what the nuns say?
Grey and white fit like a husky on a cold day
Posters in the whip, aye
Lil Shannon hit the showcase
Put the A's on the runway
I cannot fuck wit 'em
Ain't that what the nuns say?
Grey and white fit like a husky on a cold day
Posters in the whip, aye
Lil' Shannon hit the showcase
I can't write about my old bitch, exposé
She get juugged about a whole zip
That's a bad day
Electrify like Marv but I'll
Never be with Bandit if my wifey come home
The other hoe get banished
Like "what's good?" but I know
The goods be damaged the foreign is a ghost
I pull up and I vanish
Gary Payton in my lungs, that's that glove
Okay, I had to rob you but
I did it out of love
Send a couple shots at Zach Braff
We don't do the scrubs
And the clothing causing backlash
That's tough
And my money just alone make a movie
Call it Tusk i'm gone with the wind
Philipp Plein made of gust
The fake gold chain on your neck turn to rust
I get big Ben Wallace guap, then I post up
Told me take a hike in here, uh
Narrows on my feet, uh
Look like some hiking gear
Comfy like a grizzly bear
Gabagool, gabapentin
Alfredo with all the angel hair
What the fuck is that? Is that an angel
Here? Twist it up like braided hair
Astaroth everywhere