BBY GOYARD - Cradles2038 lyrics
[BBY GOYARD - Cradles2038 lyrics]
(Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) lil Shannon
(yeah, yeah, woah)
Ayy, I'm just watching how the cradle tilt
I keep the heavy metal like Cradle of Filth
Face paint on her face, Gene Simmons, no Kiss
And I'm scraping for
Pennies like Go-Go-Gadget, bitch
They ought to know when the opps out
It was in the summertime, had the sun out
Loosen these Croc's, we better slide out
Put the penguins on the ice
Watch 'em hop out it's a Easter egg 'rona
Light the Easter egg
Now I'm in Eastern Town
Better switch it up and go
Up on some alligator steps
Look, I guess some real-life shit
Just leave you IRL enough
Life is rough, we like to roughhouse
For the ones who were left out
Now we designer bagged-out
Barely get sleep but I'll never
Let the bags down actin' like some wolves
Why'd they let the sheep around?
Actin' like some hoes when the hoes around
Ayy good designer dope
Don't even pay for it now
We get money by the, styled out
John Carpenter "The Thing"
What I'm thinking bout
I like to smoke about, ayy
I like to drink about
And the smoke in the air
Had to clear 'em out baby, just hear me out
Baby, just hear me out
Goin' dumb with a stupid amount
(yeah, yeah, woah)
Ayy, I'm just watching how the cradle tilt
I keep the heavy metal like Cradle of Filth
Face paint on her face, Gene Simmons, no Kiss
And I'm scraping for
Pennies like Go-Go-Gadget, bitch
They ought to know when the opps out
It was in the summertime, had the sun out
Loosen these Croc's, we better slide out
Put the penguins on the ice
Watch 'em hop out it's a Easter egg 'rona
Light the Easter egg
Now I'm in Eastern Town
Better switch it up and go
Up on some alligator steps
Look, I guess some real-life shit
Just leave you IRL enough
Life is rough, we like to roughhouse
For the ones who were left out
Now we designer bagged-out
Barely get sleep but I'll never
Let the bags down actin' like some wolves
Why'd they let the sheep around?
Actin' like some hoes when the hoes around
Ayy good designer dope
Don't even pay for it now
We get money by the, styled out
John Carpenter "The Thing"
What I'm thinking bout
I like to smoke about, ayy
I like to drink about
And the smoke in the air
Had to clear 'em out baby, just hear me out
Baby, just hear me out
Goin' dumb with a stupid amount