CRIMEAPPLE - LANGOSTA lyrics
[CRIMEAPPLE - LANGOSTA lyrics]
Cozy in my skin, word to Andre tre-triple-O
You sacrificial sippin' Michelob
My piss Clicquot
Please don't talk to me about Sicko Mode
The game next to my dick under the mistletoe
Shoot, you touch a mic bro
They find your boots with a fishing pole
Y'all fishy business, witness
Peak performance, Porsches, i need all them
I bust the package open
I'm looking like Donnell Rawlings
Donell Jones, this ain't where I wanna be
But I'm dustin' off the digital scale if
Your ass callin' for more than three
(Hello?)
My pricey sneaker looking orthopedic
Mantеca jackets on my heathens thanks to
My old and trusty Korеan seamstress
Get off the penis and the testes
Me and Benji besties your men are sketchy
I sketch all you see is flying
Colors come and test me
I dial seven digit's to call Bridget
Her man's a midget
I pull up in something she thought they put
A engine in the like I'm playin' cricket
She gon' let me kiss the biscuit's
The young fly intrinsic
Optimistic, I brought a sword in
And good fortune'll compliment it (Whoa)
And might still whip Accords
Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Master with the shake
I laughed the bastard put glass
Up to his face i watched him break
He owed me ten and tried to gave me eight
Ay, playa I might send a to your place, shit
I went from crack to crackin' lobsters
Change fallin' out my joggers
Playin' hot tubs with cute piranhas
Who wanna eat through commas
Be quiet, chillin' in my brand new car fresh
Like God bless, I'm gettin' some ASMR neck
(Whoa) what typa smoke do you want?
What typa smoke do you want?
What typa smoke do you want?
I got every fuckin' kind
What typa smoke do you want?
What typa smoke do you want?
What typa smoke do you want?
Baby I got every fuckin' kind
Today I got some fuckin' time
You know what's on my fuckin' mind
What typa smoke do you want?
What typa smoke do you-
You sacrificial sippin' Michelob
My piss Clicquot
Please don't talk to me about Sicko Mode
The game next to my dick under the mistletoe
Shoot, you touch a mic bro
They find your boots with a fishing pole
Y'all fishy business, witness
Peak performance, Porsches, i need all them
I bust the package open
I'm looking like Donnell Rawlings
Donell Jones, this ain't where I wanna be
But I'm dustin' off the digital scale if
Your ass callin' for more than three
(Hello?)
My pricey sneaker looking orthopedic
Mantеca jackets on my heathens thanks to
My old and trusty Korеan seamstress
Get off the penis and the testes
Me and Benji besties your men are sketchy
I sketch all you see is flying
Colors come and test me
I dial seven digit's to call Bridget
Her man's a midget
I pull up in something she thought they put
A engine in the like I'm playin' cricket
She gon' let me kiss the biscuit's
The young fly intrinsic
Optimistic, I brought a sword in
And good fortune'll compliment it (Whoa)
And might still whip Accords
Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Master with the shake
I laughed the bastard put glass
Up to his face i watched him break
He owed me ten and tried to gave me eight
Ay, playa I might send a to your place, shit
I went from crack to crackin' lobsters
Change fallin' out my joggers
Playin' hot tubs with cute piranhas
Who wanna eat through commas
Be quiet, chillin' in my brand new car fresh
Like God bless, I'm gettin' some ASMR neck
(Whoa) what typa smoke do you want?
What typa smoke do you want?
What typa smoke do you want?
I got every fuckin' kind
What typa smoke do you want?
What typa smoke do you want?
What typa smoke do you want?
Baby I got every fuckin' kind
Today I got some fuckin' time
You know what's on my fuckin' mind
What typa smoke do you want?
What typa smoke do you-