Meyhem Lauren, DJ Muggs, Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire, Sean Price - Aquatic Violence lyrics
[Meyhem Lauren, DJ Muggs, Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire, Sean Price - Aquatic Violence lyrics]
I'm playing Ruzzle on my iPhone
I'm busting ass with my eyes closed
My ex she said I'm childish
I don't give a fuck
Tell her I get new man lined
Up like it's Candy Crush
Might crush his head in a vice grip
Might crush his head like
A nigga off Wrestling
Fuck niggas, no batty man
Busting out the X6 like a Megaman
Laminate your bitch like Conan
My nigga Despot move a metric ton
Touch one hair on his head and you a dead man
Might pop up on your block shooting Megatron
My big booty bitch got mega bun
To squeeze one cheek you gotta use both hands
She look good but the pussy trash
She look good so I'm still gon' smash
But fuck bitches, where the cash
Put it in the bag before I
Put you in a fucking bag
As a youth I was fucking bad always cursing
Getting kicked out of fucking class
There's some new kings in town
Say peace to the throne
Every bag a nigga own came
With drugs and cologne thugs in the zone
The sky got me feeling at home wide awake
Never sleeping like the city I roam
Bitches out the country sending pussy
Flicks to my phone
Take a flight the same night
Shorty giving me dome
When it comes to foreign affair shit
You know the policy
Everything is right and exact long
As they polish me
That's how it's gotta be, respect the odyssey
I'm wearin' niggas, fucking bitches
Getting dollars B
Broke through the struggle
Kept the rubble as a souvenir
Evacuate the top of the world
My niggas moving there
Sit down for glorious lords
And thought designers we build and add on
Remain strong never remind us
Got 35 bitches in Vegas practicing leg lifts
That love fly niggas who rap
So we their favorites
Uh, the bullet from the fifth spark
Down to wreck your body
Motherfucker go Biz Mark
Get smart, I got a phone in my loafers
But when it get dark I grab
The toast from my holsters, sean for real
Do harm to grills punch your mouth
Say ouch before I palm the steel
Shottas hate American bastards
That make dollars daily like
Erick and Parrish p, degenerate rap shit
This world is a ex girl
You never get back with
I smack dick spit outta your
Face for trying to
Say slick shit out of your face
This spit that I spat
Will fuck up your eye Slick
Rick with a eye patch
You never could rap so don't rap after me
You know better than that, P
I'm busting ass with my eyes closed
My ex she said I'm childish
I don't give a fuck
Tell her I get new man lined
Up like it's Candy Crush
Might crush his head in a vice grip
Might crush his head like
A nigga off Wrestling
Fuck niggas, no batty man
Busting out the X6 like a Megaman
Laminate your bitch like Conan
My nigga Despot move a metric ton
Touch one hair on his head and you a dead man
Might pop up on your block shooting Megatron
My big booty bitch got mega bun
To squeeze one cheek you gotta use both hands
She look good but the pussy trash
She look good so I'm still gon' smash
But fuck bitches, where the cash
Put it in the bag before I
Put you in a fucking bag
As a youth I was fucking bad always cursing
Getting kicked out of fucking class
There's some new kings in town
Say peace to the throne
Every bag a nigga own came
With drugs and cologne thugs in the zone
The sky got me feeling at home wide awake
Never sleeping like the city I roam
Bitches out the country sending pussy
Flicks to my phone
Take a flight the same night
Shorty giving me dome
When it comes to foreign affair shit
You know the policy
Everything is right and exact long
As they polish me
That's how it's gotta be, respect the odyssey
I'm wearin' niggas, fucking bitches
Getting dollars B
Broke through the struggle
Kept the rubble as a souvenir
Evacuate the top of the world
My niggas moving there
Sit down for glorious lords
And thought designers we build and add on
Remain strong never remind us
Got 35 bitches in Vegas practicing leg lifts
That love fly niggas who rap
So we their favorites
Uh, the bullet from the fifth spark
Down to wreck your body
Motherfucker go Biz Mark
Get smart, I got a phone in my loafers
But when it get dark I grab
The toast from my holsters, sean for real
Do harm to grills punch your mouth
Say ouch before I palm the steel
Shottas hate American bastards
That make dollars daily like
Erick and Parrish p, degenerate rap shit
This world is a ex girl
You never get back with
I smack dick spit outta your
Face for trying to
Say slick shit out of your face
This spit that I spat
Will fuck up your eye Slick
Rick with a eye patch
You never could rap so don't rap after me
You know better than that, P