London Yellow, AHSE - Blumpkin lyrics
[London Yellow, AHSE - Blumpkin lyrics]
Sex on my mind
But a nigga don't be gettin' played (yeah)
Money on my mental
but a nigga's never gettin' paid
Probably 'cause I sit inside the crib
And eat poop all day
Probably 'cause I'm cray-cray
My mental always been this way (yeah)
Throwin' up, niggas always like
"You must have been dropped on yo' head"
I'm a chef, young boo
Imma get some poop and put
It on slices of bread
But bitches don't like 'cause
Poop on my breath
But I touch on they breasts
And they like it finesse
He said no, but I heard yes
If I see a dude, then I'm a rapist
I drew a picturе, can you rate this?
It's a still-life of my fuckin'
Turd on a silk curtain
Hard headеd, but my head hurtin'
Spooky guy like Tim Burton
I spread my buttcheeks, get it spurtin'
London Yellow is so disgurstin'
Yeah (Shut up) what you do is not workin'
Now my fuckin' goddamn feelings hurtin'
Bout to cry on the beat
I feel like Ugly God every time I beat meat
I feel like I'm light skinned
I think I'm trendy
Ooh-wee, I feel like I'm Rick and Morty
Funniest shit that I even seen
Don't pop no pill, but I do heroin
Doja Cat played out, I need a new queen
I just want kuchan, I just want cheese
My nigga, for real? (Fucking London)
It's, it's exact- sigh i guess, Jesus Christ
(Fuck) I'm recording
(Shit-ass bitch) Alright (Fuckin') Uh
Yeah
I'ma just hop on this song
'Cause London just gave me some lotion
Fuck with the motion
I move with the movement, I farted, excuse me
Your shit doesn't move me unless it's a movie
(Aa-a ahh) i hopped on this track
'cause nigga just gave me some crack
But who is in the suit?
This nigga just told me he sellin'
His soul only for booty
But what type of booty? The one that excuses
Dries, it flies, it's hidden in thighs
I wanna go home, this nigga is creepy
He singin' 'bout pee-pees
(I wanna leave) but he got the sauce
Not talkin' bout Cece's
I'll serve you a three-piece
Fuck who my nigga
This white kid just told me
You diagnosed with ligma
Fuck is you saying, bitch? I ain't playin'
You talkin' too much, your spit just sprayin'
And now I'm cravin' some top
Slop-sloppy as shit
You just lay on your back
And lay while you droppin' this shit
Blumpkin!
Okay, you got that
I have to pee, so take that (That fuckin')
(Bit this stupid ass shit)
(That fuckin' Jeff just) Bitch!
(Fuckin' on fire and shit) god!
(I'm goin' to my house) I'm tryin' to leave
Get the fuck out get out!
Jeff doesn't want you here
But a nigga don't be gettin' played (yeah)
Money on my mental
but a nigga's never gettin' paid
Probably 'cause I sit inside the crib
And eat poop all day
Probably 'cause I'm cray-cray
My mental always been this way (yeah)
Throwin' up, niggas always like
"You must have been dropped on yo' head"
I'm a chef, young boo
Imma get some poop and put
It on slices of bread
But bitches don't like 'cause
Poop on my breath
But I touch on they breasts
And they like it finesse
He said no, but I heard yes
If I see a dude, then I'm a rapist
I drew a picturе, can you rate this?
It's a still-life of my fuckin'
Turd on a silk curtain
Hard headеd, but my head hurtin'
Spooky guy like Tim Burton
I spread my buttcheeks, get it spurtin'
London Yellow is so disgurstin'
Yeah (Shut up) what you do is not workin'
Now my fuckin' goddamn feelings hurtin'
Bout to cry on the beat
I feel like Ugly God every time I beat meat
I feel like I'm light skinned
I think I'm trendy
Ooh-wee, I feel like I'm Rick and Morty
Funniest shit that I even seen
Don't pop no pill, but I do heroin
Doja Cat played out, I need a new queen
I just want kuchan, I just want cheese
My nigga, for real? (Fucking London)
It's, it's exact- sigh i guess, Jesus Christ
(Fuck) I'm recording
(Shit-ass bitch) Alright (Fuckin') Uh
Yeah
I'ma just hop on this song
'Cause London just gave me some lotion
Fuck with the motion
I move with the movement, I farted, excuse me
Your shit doesn't move me unless it's a movie
(Aa-a ahh) i hopped on this track
'cause nigga just gave me some crack
But who is in the suit?
This nigga just told me he sellin'
His soul only for booty
But what type of booty? The one that excuses
Dries, it flies, it's hidden in thighs
I wanna go home, this nigga is creepy
He singin' 'bout pee-pees
(I wanna leave) but he got the sauce
Not talkin' bout Cece's
I'll serve you a three-piece
Fuck who my nigga
This white kid just told me
You diagnosed with ligma
Fuck is you saying, bitch? I ain't playin'
You talkin' too much, your spit just sprayin'
And now I'm cravin' some top
Slop-sloppy as shit
You just lay on your back
And lay while you droppin' this shit
Blumpkin!
Okay, you got that
I have to pee, so take that (That fuckin')
(Bit this stupid ass shit)
(That fuckin' Jeff just) Bitch!
(Fuckin' on fire and shit) god!
(I'm goin' to my house) I'm tryin' to leave
Get the fuck out get out!
Jeff doesn't want you here