Domingo, Deacon The Villain, Sean Price - Irrationally Speaking lyrics
[Domingo, Deacon The Villain, Sean Price - Irrationally Speaking lyrics]
Ayo I thought
Who the fuck told you to think jerk?
You're funny style
Bitch nigga rockin' a pink shirt
Goof ball niggas doof ball niggas
Cross dressing, funny style, Ru Paul niggas
Here's the latest duke
Peep the truth y'all niggas biting my shit
Till the god shoot y'all niggas
Yo, Sean Price put a cock in the throat
Playing Aaliyah song rocking the boat
Yo, I'm a grown man i'm a stone man
You a six minute Doug E
Fresh on the phone man
Yo, one of the best you one of the worst
I put this gun to your chest
Leave blood on your shirt
Niggas acting all hard but they fake as shit
Had me gassed till I saw
Them niggas takin' shit
Duke ya, one of the worst, I'm on of the best
I put this gun to your shirt
Leave blood on your chest nigga
You have hanged (Hanged yourself)
Or he will bang (Bang your health)
It's Ruck The Irrational bitch
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Peep the motherfucking tools of the trade
I run with Puerto Rican niggas
That fool with the blade
That's a stereotype, I can never stereotype
No radio songs for me, stereo type
You a motherfucking son of a bitch
Always telling the cops
Like your pops you a son of a snitch
I don't be running with motherfuckers
Who be running they lip
Percolate with the pound and get
Crunk in this bitch
And I don't give a fuck about
Half of the rappers that's out
Half of the rappers that's out need
To be slapped in they mouth first of all
What the fuck y'all niggas rapping about?
Ray Ray, KeKe Bobo, what you yapping about?
I'm one of the best
Y'all bitch niggas one of the worst
I put this gun to your chest
Leave blood on your shirt
You one of the worst
Sean Price one of the best
Put some blood on your shirt with
My gun on your chest nigga
Ayo reign Of The Tec
Cock back, aiming a
Grace the lame, felt the flame on his neck
Battered and bruised
Bum bitch, shattered and used
Date rape, great ape pa, making the news
Add the BC michael Jackson and Solomon Grundy
Scare the kids for the love of the money
You can run, you can hide but death is near
You ain't hearing me right
Since I left this air
Yo, this is an Official Joint
Don't believe me, come watch the pistol point
Up in your grill sean Price up in the 'ville
Told y'all motherfuckers to just chill
Y'all ain't listen
Who the fuck told you to think jerk?
You're funny style
Bitch nigga rockin' a pink shirt
Goof ball niggas doof ball niggas
Cross dressing, funny style, Ru Paul niggas
Here's the latest duke
Peep the truth y'all niggas biting my shit
Till the god shoot y'all niggas
Yo, Sean Price put a cock in the throat
Playing Aaliyah song rocking the boat
Yo, I'm a grown man i'm a stone man
You a six minute Doug E
Fresh on the phone man
Yo, one of the best you one of the worst
I put this gun to your chest
Leave blood on your shirt
Niggas acting all hard but they fake as shit
Had me gassed till I saw
Them niggas takin' shit
Duke ya, one of the worst, I'm on of the best
I put this gun to your shirt
Leave blood on your chest nigga
You have hanged (Hanged yourself)
Or he will bang (Bang your health)
It's Ruck The Irrational bitch
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Peep the motherfucking tools of the trade
I run with Puerto Rican niggas
That fool with the blade
That's a stereotype, I can never stereotype
No radio songs for me, stereo type
You a motherfucking son of a bitch
Always telling the cops
Like your pops you a son of a snitch
I don't be running with motherfuckers
Who be running they lip
Percolate with the pound and get
Crunk in this bitch
And I don't give a fuck about
Half of the rappers that's out
Half of the rappers that's out need
To be slapped in they mouth first of all
What the fuck y'all niggas rapping about?
Ray Ray, KeKe Bobo, what you yapping about?
I'm one of the best
Y'all bitch niggas one of the worst
I put this gun to your chest
Leave blood on your shirt
You one of the worst
Sean Price one of the best
Put some blood on your shirt with
My gun on your chest nigga
Ayo reign Of The Tec
Cock back, aiming a
Grace the lame, felt the flame on his neck
Battered and bruised
Bum bitch, shattered and used
Date rape, great ape pa, making the news
Add the BC michael Jackson and Solomon Grundy
Scare the kids for the love of the money
You can run, you can hide but death is near
You ain't hearing me right
Since I left this air
Yo, this is an Official Joint
Don't believe me, come watch the pistol point
Up in your grill sean Price up in the 'ville
Told y'all motherfuckers to just chill
Y'all ain't listen