Das Racist, Lakutis - Swate lyrics
[Das Racist, Lakutis - Swate lyrics]
I'm moving up from baloney
I'm gettin' guap with my homies
We all about the dough, please,! Swate
Getting love from the OG's
Hindu kush by the oz
You never caught me with no phonies swate
Asleep in your chimney
Giggle in the darkness
Doll that I made from the
Hair in your armpit's
Cut it while you sleeping
Staring at you while you eating
Creeping out your cousins at the
Baby shower talking about
My crystal figurine collection, correction
Cross-section of a disease man, I'm mean man
I let the bitch hair out
Second best rapper with bitch hair out
I let the Jesus freak
I don't even need to speak
Real "squeak squeak cheep cheep feed me!"
Macaroni pictures
Unholy matrimony scriptures
Corpse bride, alimony lip-service
Sick circus, insane monkey
Jewfro body-blood-bone-mucus hierarchy
Keak da Sneak baby look-alike party frost
Nixon Mel Gibson ascot tie
Ask God why Mary got me
Got dick chimichangas hot sip
Top whip blow fast, slime
Shit, you go Heems, it's your dream
We Greed team, we fiend cream
The lean bean mean machine in my mean Beem
Doctor in my smockock!ock!
I'm moving up from baloney
I'm gettin' guap with my homies
We all about the dough, please,! Swate
Getting love from the OG's
Hindu kush by the oz
You never caught me with no phonies swate
Shall I begin, let me begin
I will begin, so let's begin
They like, Heems, you should rap in earnest
But honestly
I'd rather burn cess and watch Ernest
Goes to Jail
Goes to Camp or even To The Army
Got a sense of humor so
They say the kid's smarmy
I eat Cracker Jacks, bump Ratatat
Give dap a dap
Smack a cracker back to his habitat
Chief cheeba for my cataracts matter of fact
I drop real facts, call me Snapple caps
And I eat what I like, like Apple Jacks
Creep in the night, streets with a pipe
Skeet when I pipe
In the sheets with your wife
Chief with the whites on the
Beach til it's night
Out near a very pretty lighthouse
Got a bright mouth and I'm poppin' right now
They like "Ayo, stop this damn guy!"
But our shows from Seoul to Shanghai
Mad fly, nauseous, raucous
Walk it how I talk it
Awkward but I'm awesome
This is not a tie, don't abide by the law
Son i'm living single, it's a nineties world
Catch me in a bar with like ninety girls
40 Synclaires, 20 Latifah Khadijah types
30 Maxines that'll probably
Probably freak tonight
This rap shit is nothing for me
Just another way to be stunting for free
And get buck from burnt blunts with my G's
Blunts with some trees, dumplings & cheese
Something for one king, mumbling, humbling
Freeze
Kitten smitten with my mittens disease
Heems from Queens like Prince Akeem
They hopping on one leg barking for me
I'm a Spartan at sparking the tree
Marching with me, Al Sharpton and three
Martians with Jesus parting the sea
I'm starting to see, parting is sweet
Such sweet sorrow, such sorrow
Now bring it back like it's borrowed
Bring it back like it's borrowed
I'm moving up from baloney
I'm gettin' guap with my homies
We all about the dough, please,! Swate
Getting love from the OG's
Hindu kush by the oz
You never caught me with no phonies swate
Fresh new SuperCut
Lex, you the best out now with bitch hair
Greedhead this year!
Scott Bakula, elliptical sliding
Bard is too ghetto, I am too Leto
Shout out Sweaty Eddie, drop out the military
All of my people, black, white, Latino
Slave-owning white men said we were all equal
Model minority said "Don't be evil"
Heathrow said we were illegal
Mr mean Negro Mike Finito on the beat though
Chico Marx, the ego, Zizek's too sexy
Right Said Fred, he's Alexi
KFC Original Recipe is demonology
Gucc boots and Wallabees is
Modern day pottery
Only crackers win the lottery
Hackers is a quality film shot
At Stuyvesant High School
Am I cool? a young SFJ
Writing haikus, ordering Thai
Food, watching Hulu, new YouTube
Smooch a dude who's with the
"you do you" crew "True, true, true, true"
Baby guap goo goo, ga ga, Go-go gadget
Cabbage half-African Erasmus
Peace to Light Magic peace to lightness
Yeah, shout out my Palm Pixie
Big shouts to um, my dad's Bluetooth
Y'all, and just a public
Service announcement: Every
Time you get those rings on
Your six pack, you gotta cut 'em
Up so a dolphin doesn't die, man seagulls
Get stuck in that shit
You know? You gotta do this for the Earth
Now, man we're trying to really do
This for the Earth now aight, peace
I'm gettin' guap with my homies
We all about the dough, please,! Swate
Getting love from the OG's
Hindu kush by the oz
You never caught me with no phonies swate
Asleep in your chimney
Giggle in the darkness
Doll that I made from the
Hair in your armpit's
Cut it while you sleeping
Staring at you while you eating
Creeping out your cousins at the
Baby shower talking about
My crystal figurine collection, correction
Cross-section of a disease man, I'm mean man
I let the bitch hair out
Second best rapper with bitch hair out
I let the Jesus freak
I don't even need to speak
Real "squeak squeak cheep cheep feed me!"
Macaroni pictures
Unholy matrimony scriptures
Corpse bride, alimony lip-service
Sick circus, insane monkey
Jewfro body-blood-bone-mucus hierarchy
Keak da Sneak baby look-alike party frost
Nixon Mel Gibson ascot tie
Ask God why Mary got me
Got dick chimichangas hot sip
Top whip blow fast, slime
Shit, you go Heems, it's your dream
We Greed team, we fiend cream
The lean bean mean machine in my mean Beem
Doctor in my smockock!ock!
I'm moving up from baloney
I'm gettin' guap with my homies
We all about the dough, please,! Swate
Getting love from the OG's
Hindu kush by the oz
You never caught me with no phonies swate
Shall I begin, let me begin
I will begin, so let's begin
They like, Heems, you should rap in earnest
But honestly
I'd rather burn cess and watch Ernest
Goes to Jail
Goes to Camp or even To The Army
Got a sense of humor so
They say the kid's smarmy
I eat Cracker Jacks, bump Ratatat
Give dap a dap
Smack a cracker back to his habitat
Chief cheeba for my cataracts matter of fact
I drop real facts, call me Snapple caps
And I eat what I like, like Apple Jacks
Creep in the night, streets with a pipe
Skeet when I pipe
In the sheets with your wife
Chief with the whites on the
Beach til it's night
Out near a very pretty lighthouse
Got a bright mouth and I'm poppin' right now
They like "Ayo, stop this damn guy!"
But our shows from Seoul to Shanghai
Mad fly, nauseous, raucous
Walk it how I talk it
Awkward but I'm awesome
This is not a tie, don't abide by the law
Son i'm living single, it's a nineties world
Catch me in a bar with like ninety girls
40 Synclaires, 20 Latifah Khadijah types
30 Maxines that'll probably
Probably freak tonight
This rap shit is nothing for me
Just another way to be stunting for free
And get buck from burnt blunts with my G's
Blunts with some trees, dumplings & cheese
Something for one king, mumbling, humbling
Freeze
Kitten smitten with my mittens disease
Heems from Queens like Prince Akeem
They hopping on one leg barking for me
I'm a Spartan at sparking the tree
Marching with me, Al Sharpton and three
Martians with Jesus parting the sea
I'm starting to see, parting is sweet
Such sweet sorrow, such sorrow
Now bring it back like it's borrowed
Bring it back like it's borrowed
I'm moving up from baloney
I'm gettin' guap with my homies
We all about the dough, please,! Swate
Getting love from the OG's
Hindu kush by the oz
You never caught me with no phonies swate
Fresh new SuperCut
Lex, you the best out now with bitch hair
Greedhead this year!
Scott Bakula, elliptical sliding
Bard is too ghetto, I am too Leto
Shout out Sweaty Eddie, drop out the military
All of my people, black, white, Latino
Slave-owning white men said we were all equal
Model minority said "Don't be evil"
Heathrow said we were illegal
Mr mean Negro Mike Finito on the beat though
Chico Marx, the ego, Zizek's too sexy
Right Said Fred, he's Alexi
KFC Original Recipe is demonology
Gucc boots and Wallabees is
Modern day pottery
Only crackers win the lottery
Hackers is a quality film shot
At Stuyvesant High School
Am I cool? a young SFJ
Writing haikus, ordering Thai
Food, watching Hulu, new YouTube
Smooch a dude who's with the
"you do you" crew "True, true, true, true"
Baby guap goo goo, ga ga, Go-go gadget
Cabbage half-African Erasmus
Peace to Light Magic peace to lightness
Yeah, shout out my Palm Pixie
Big shouts to um, my dad's Bluetooth
Y'all, and just a public
Service announcement: Every
Time you get those rings on
Your six pack, you gotta cut 'em
Up so a dolphin doesn't die, man seagulls
Get stuck in that shit
You know? You gotta do this for the Earth
Now, man we're trying to really do
This for the Earth now aight, peace
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