Blue Sky Black Death, Nacho Picasso, CENTURY - Lost Boys lyrics

Banana clips cause it's scary on top
No it's not
Banana split's with a cherry on top
Don't hold the fudge bitch
I hold a grudge bitch
You could been dumb rich but
Now you're just some bitch
No identity, your misery serenity
She had her head up her ass like a centipede
I'm the remedy, I'm a Kennedy
Weird science, bitch we had chemistry
We at the Hyatt, bitch we had Hennessy
Been trying to hit that since
My moms house on Genesy
And you got thicker since yo
Ass moved from Tennessee
If loving me's a crime
Guess I'm the sentencing
Get lost boy, Rick Ross boy
Corey Haim: I get flyer than a Lost Boy
No doy, Asian broad fed me Bok Choi
This is Sparta homeboy, we are not coy
Call a bitch, on the phone
She please, s me, when y'all gone
She try to stay, when I get long
Kick rocks, I don't want talk?
If you think I'm cold, bitch too bad
Nacho, Century, big swag
I'm telling you, she's choosing up
I don't want to be her man, I just wanna fuck

Everybody wanna eat
But nobody want the rations
They couldn't see my bars if I
Was spitting with a caption
We gets no reaction, I gets no satisfaction
I'm a Rolling Stone
In the homes I be crashing
Robbing like Baskins, my bitch so frigid
That I thought she Alaskan
And we lost all the passion
The only time we see eye
To eye when we smashing
Vanity, I still got her hooked
Action Jackson
Bad chick, black skin, thicker than yak skin
Dope's out, racks in, nigga what's happenin'?
Stacks out her pussy so we
Call it Grand Canyon
Her and my cannons are my only companions
Barbarian, Conan, show no compassion
Baby I'm a swinger, who cares if I'm landing?
Bitches be blabbing
Their friends wanna cram in
I did her like Gucci pushed
The bitch out the wagon