Filthy Slap Bracelet - Diana Reem lyrics
[Filthy Slap Bracelet - Diana Reem lyrics]
Uh right, right
Shut up
Oh Lord, building bless
It's a cool world and I'm a hot mess
With lyrics so cold, yo
We might need a koozie
My man looked at me like
This might be a doozie
It's slightly profusely
I like Sally but I might love Lucy
The man is choosy
Amusing a blusie a nice so looseleaf
Pour out confessions, you sweat profusely
Hometown Mia' been known
To handle my beya' like Muhammad Alia'
See I flow so sick, the spit is penicillin
Keep writing, keep killing
Keep going God willin'
When I punch out devils and
Knock down tall buildings
Kennedy curse, if you got bad feelings
Watch for speed blocks
The highs be knee blocks
See, I got MC's on extended leave-lock
Known to hit the flow like
There's numbers on my back
Known to play the field
And anticipate the sack
Been known to split a Toblerone
Divide among the pack
Back with a slang, know if you got my back
I see chips and producing 8-bit's of music
Sift through the sewage
Bang what's the truest
What else to teach but
We're still the students
Shit'storm is brewing, your too in tune with
They old fans to die, call us foolish
What the heck's going on? That's stupid
I moved to occuring that fusely
Electric haptic like Edison proved it
And I'ma prove this i'm a loosey goosey
Might stew when I get a lot of looseleaf
Two sheets to the wind
I'm a beast when I bench
Still tippin' fourty ounces like
A brand new trend that I started, mark it
Write it down in red ink no ghost writer
But you bet I'll make the dead think
Edgar Allen, Christopher Wallace
I'm back on the scene and
My shoes are polished that's filthy
Shut up
Oh Lord, building bless
It's a cool world and I'm a hot mess
With lyrics so cold, yo
We might need a koozie
My man looked at me like
This might be a doozie
It's slightly profusely
I like Sally but I might love Lucy
The man is choosy
Amusing a blusie a nice so looseleaf
Pour out confessions, you sweat profusely
Hometown Mia' been known
To handle my beya' like Muhammad Alia'
See I flow so sick, the spit is penicillin
Keep writing, keep killing
Keep going God willin'
When I punch out devils and
Knock down tall buildings
Kennedy curse, if you got bad feelings
Watch for speed blocks
The highs be knee blocks
See, I got MC's on extended leave-lock
Known to hit the flow like
There's numbers on my back
Known to play the field
And anticipate the sack
Been known to split a Toblerone
Divide among the pack
Back with a slang, know if you got my back
I see chips and producing 8-bit's of music
Sift through the sewage
Bang what's the truest
What else to teach but
We're still the students
Shit'storm is brewing, your too in tune with
They old fans to die, call us foolish
What the heck's going on? That's stupid
I moved to occuring that fusely
Electric haptic like Edison proved it
And I'ma prove this i'm a loosey goosey
Might stew when I get a lot of looseleaf
Two sheets to the wind
I'm a beast when I bench
Still tippin' fourty ounces like
A brand new trend that I started, mark it
Write it down in red ink no ghost writer
But you bet I'll make the dead think
Edgar Allen, Christopher Wallace
I'm back on the scene and
My shoes are polished that's filthy