Khary - Jolly Roger lyrics
Khary [Khary Durgans]
[Khary - Jolly Roger lyrics]
Just got off a plane, fuck a Lois Lane
I don't save hoes
Make 'em train like I'm Major Payne
Sniffing cocaine off my dick
She a meter maid
I just mean she fine
She a ticket I would gladly pay
That is not my life, I was lyin'
I'm just selling what you buyin'
Honestly, I don't got no time for no games
Knowing her
She would probably fuck a boring
Ass nigga named Brian
I am on the road doing shows on the tour
Though
Just make sure you cut
The check correct, nigga
Zorro
I got all the juice, but you
Don't know what else in store
Though
Like I got a secret back room full of pornos
So many fuckin' fuck-boys
Why you wanna fuck with me?
I just want to rap
And get taxed for my luxuries
If you think I care about your BM in my DMs
You ain't Liam-fucking-Neeson, she was
Taken by the PM
Uh
Gotta' ball out, now Kobe's gone
Gotta' put all my homies on
You are in my room
And you just found out I'm the elephant
No lookin' back, no second chance
Gotta' clean out my skeletons
I don't sip Lean
That's just decorated decadence
Bathin' in my excellence
Upperin' my echelons
Double dare
Definitely dickin' down the debutante
Confidence my confidante
Notice how I'm nonchalant
Walking living legend on the edge
Niggas falling off
Flag waving, yeah, it's way up
Move in silence, we don't say much
Don't need nobody to come save us
Jolly Rogers
Flag waving, yeah, it's way up
Move in silence, we don't say much
Don't need nobody to come save us
Jolly Rogers
Nigga, you late
Stop tryna' to act me with acne
Get all of that shit off your face
Nigga, I'm great, like Alexander commander
So all of my homies is straight
Skrrt, skrrt yo' brakes, you're
Not an ocean
A pond
I mean, y'all niggas more Ricky Lake
Talkin' that fake
Talkin' that Easy-Bake Oven shit
Nigga, you don't get no cake, wait
I just hope a shitty videographer
Falls out of the sky
With his Canon T3i filmin'
Killer Season five
Lands on your face, and you
Die in a chinchilla
Man
Just to give you a brand
New meaning of a Killa'-Cam
Sayin' I'm a rapper don't make
These girls wanna fuck me
I ain't in a band
I'm just an awkward nigga
With some killer jams
(No, really they're dope)
But you can't hang with me, get a clan
Oh, you got a girl at a chain
Bruh? Ampersand
I don't be on the corner
Like will.I.am's haircuts
Couldn't care much
Just fucked this bad bitch with a square butt
Put the pussy on an R.I.P. t-shirt
With an airbrush
And loan it to funeral with two
Condoms and a spare nut
Do it for the culture and my arousal
White girl
But that ass so Rachel Dolezal
Hit it in the name of Martin and Malcolm
Call it Black History cunt
Or a victory brunch
Might open a school for the blind, 'cause
You can feel I'm the one
Jolly Rogers
Flag waving, yeah, it's way up
Move in silence, we don't say much
Don't need nobody to come save us
Jolly Rogers
Flag waving, yeah, it's way up
Move in silence, we don't say much
Don't need nobody to come save us
Jolly Rogers
I don't save hoes
Make 'em train like I'm Major Payne
Sniffing cocaine off my dick
She a meter maid
I just mean she fine
She a ticket I would gladly pay
That is not my life, I was lyin'
I'm just selling what you buyin'
Honestly, I don't got no time for no games
Knowing her
She would probably fuck a boring
Ass nigga named Brian
I am on the road doing shows on the tour
Though
Just make sure you cut
The check correct, nigga
Zorro
I got all the juice, but you
Don't know what else in store
Though
Like I got a secret back room full of pornos
So many fuckin' fuck-boys
Why you wanna fuck with me?
I just want to rap
And get taxed for my luxuries
If you think I care about your BM in my DMs
You ain't Liam-fucking-Neeson, she was
Taken by the PM
Uh
Gotta' ball out, now Kobe's gone
Gotta' put all my homies on
You are in my room
And you just found out I'm the elephant
No lookin' back, no second chance
Gotta' clean out my skeletons
I don't sip Lean
That's just decorated decadence
Bathin' in my excellence
Upperin' my echelons
Double dare
Definitely dickin' down the debutante
Confidence my confidante
Notice how I'm nonchalant
Walking living legend on the edge
Niggas falling off
Flag waving, yeah, it's way up
Move in silence, we don't say much
Don't need nobody to come save us
Jolly Rogers
Flag waving, yeah, it's way up
Move in silence, we don't say much
Don't need nobody to come save us
Jolly Rogers
Nigga, you late
Stop tryna' to act me with acne
Get all of that shit off your face
Nigga, I'm great, like Alexander commander
So all of my homies is straight
Skrrt, skrrt yo' brakes, you're
Not an ocean
A pond
I mean, y'all niggas more Ricky Lake
Talkin' that fake
Talkin' that Easy-Bake Oven shit
Nigga, you don't get no cake, wait
I just hope a shitty videographer
Falls out of the sky
With his Canon T3i filmin'
Killer Season five
Lands on your face, and you
Die in a chinchilla
Man
Just to give you a brand
New meaning of a Killa'-Cam
Sayin' I'm a rapper don't make
These girls wanna fuck me
I ain't in a band
I'm just an awkward nigga
With some killer jams
(No, really they're dope)
But you can't hang with me, get a clan
Oh, you got a girl at a chain
Bruh? Ampersand
I don't be on the corner
Like will.I.am's haircuts
Couldn't care much
Just fucked this bad bitch with a square butt
Put the pussy on an R.I.P. t-shirt
With an airbrush
And loan it to funeral with two
Condoms and a spare nut
Do it for the culture and my arousal
White girl
But that ass so Rachel Dolezal
Hit it in the name of Martin and Malcolm
Call it Black History cunt
Or a victory brunch
Might open a school for the blind, 'cause
You can feel I'm the one
Jolly Rogers
Flag waving, yeah, it's way up
Move in silence, we don't say much
Don't need nobody to come save us
Jolly Rogers
Flag waving, yeah, it's way up
Move in silence, we don't say much
Don't need nobody to come save us
Jolly Rogers