Rozz Dyliams - Vanessa lyrics
[Rozz Dyliams - Vanessa lyrics]
What the heck ya doin' lil scunner
I don't know but lately, i been doin' numbers
20, 50, 100, for a 1 i'll put you under
Pussy boy don't get caught up in
Dangerous shit that don't concern ya
Now i got 27 lighters on my dressa
Tryna to get paid
Lately i been thinkin' a lot about vanessa
28 days later, boomin with the pressure
Killer with a crooked jaw who
Look like uncle fester
I remember back in '03, and1 dvd
Cross just like hot sauce
Now I'm workin' chargin' fees
Buzzin' like a rotary, no one
Look at Dylan please
Comin' down like woss ness
And swangin like a rosary
I been sayin fuck the world
Rozzy Dangerfield get no respect
Inside this maze of dancing rats
But it's okay with me
Everything fachacta but the money
What I'm sayin', g
Half-alive all for the bank note
It's almost slavery
Purely independent pimpin' can't
Nobody label me, these labels don't
Want shit to do with dylan
Cause he play for keeps
Decorated by streets
I have returned like bay b kane to
Roughly guide ya to the trauma center
Killa crazymane groin to the gullet, cut ya
Clickin just like candy mane
Whippin' in the kitchen
Dylan gotta keep a patty cake
Fuck it in the face, put it down
Call it euthanaise
Is the way that Dylan get it in
I'm into gettin' paid get you sprayed
Im ridin' with specimens of violence that
Knock you like hiram abiff and
Etch you like a heiroglyph
Double Z the quarter key that keep
You up all night ya bitch
Ridin' with my sister wives and
Flippin' like a nitrous switch
Bank account like David Berg
Off the grid like a pimp
Iceberg, frostbit, frostbite the white bitch
Stiff arm steady
Bout to throw it off the sky bridge
Lay low for a couple weeks out of town
Like this
I don't know but lately, i been doin' numbers
20, 50, 100, for a 1 i'll put you under
Pussy boy don't get caught up in
Dangerous shit that don't concern ya
Now i got 27 lighters on my dressa
Tryna to get paid
Lately i been thinkin' a lot about vanessa
28 days later, boomin with the pressure
Killer with a crooked jaw who
Look like uncle fester
I remember back in '03, and1 dvd
Cross just like hot sauce
Now I'm workin' chargin' fees
Buzzin' like a rotary, no one
Look at Dylan please
Comin' down like woss ness
And swangin like a rosary
I been sayin fuck the world
Rozzy Dangerfield get no respect
Inside this maze of dancing rats
But it's okay with me
Everything fachacta but the money
What I'm sayin', g
Half-alive all for the bank note
It's almost slavery
Purely independent pimpin' can't
Nobody label me, these labels don't
Want shit to do with dylan
Cause he play for keeps
Decorated by streets
I have returned like bay b kane to
Roughly guide ya to the trauma center
Killa crazymane groin to the gullet, cut ya
Clickin just like candy mane
Whippin' in the kitchen
Dylan gotta keep a patty cake
Fuck it in the face, put it down
Call it euthanaise
Is the way that Dylan get it in
I'm into gettin' paid get you sprayed
Im ridin' with specimens of violence that
Knock you like hiram abiff and
Etch you like a heiroglyph
Double Z the quarter key that keep
You up all night ya bitch
Ridin' with my sister wives and
Flippin' like a nitrous switch
Bank account like David Berg
Off the grid like a pimp
Iceberg, frostbit, frostbite the white bitch
Stiff arm steady
Bout to throw it off the sky bridge
Lay low for a couple weeks out of town
Like this