Termanology, Willie the Kid, Reks - El Wave lyrics
[Termanology, Willie the Kid, Reks - El Wave lyrics]
It's swagology
Stay pitching like Roy Halladay
Consolidate my money and drugs
To pass poverty
The smooth criminal, no mic, move pivotal
Alchemist, Stat on the beat, two generals
I make a lot of cash in a week, move minerals
Never take rappers too deep or too literal
'Cause they be faking with funny imaginations
And conversations, Illuminatis and Masons
The shit I make excite federal agents
Dominicans dealing with dope deportations
The gram chopper
Little ice with my cran vodka
Japan shopper, tan copper
I'm the man partner
I fuck with OGs that's corrupted
Looking to fuck shit up bad
When they buck shit
Disgusted when I hear ya'll rhyme
And feeling like Pun in his prime
Pull your knuckle back 'til you
Say uncle to that
No killer but no niggas who
Hit you with the borat
Not talking Kazakhstan, God I can't stand
Any motherfucker not in my clan
Michael Black san heart
Blast darts that tear apart your ligaments
Termanology, venomous sentences
Infamous sin, Satan
My sentiments been raping the penmanship
Bin Laden your noggin
My slang hit your brain
Like suicide bombing, nothing we doing common
Nothing to like when my brothers write
Not once, twice but three times official
John Doe flow will hit you
Like rocket sub missles
Motherfucker what's the issue
Shut up and rap
Matter of fact just shut your yap
I hate any rapper not on this track
You all suck, you all fuck
A-hole pussyhole vagina rhyming hoes
Closed curtain triple homicide
Murders what's up
Pick a time piece
Meticulous delicious dinners
Dim the lights, pour some liquor
Bitches lick it off each other
Coffee color furniture from Ralph Lifshitz
Lift your chain like a jewel heist
My heightened senses
Sense danger and since when
You niggas dangerous
A shot of Jameson, payments came in envelopes
Vamanos, volleyball bitches naked, body paint
I came to party like Bobby Brown
Never brown nose a vile temper
Nino Brown with the crack vial
And it was G Money vision
But then he turned fiend
I dream filthy, I'm from that crowd
My stash crowded
Certain shit I can't allow it
Now bow before me
The 40 cal like a moist towelette, disposable
Your Apple tablet in the toilet
I'm disrespectful
Expecting nothing from niggas
Dependencies foolish
Prepare to burden who you cool with
Bearskin rugs
I wear rugbies and fuck redbones
On red carpet
Rug burns and red wine finding parking
I'm at the loft but it's
Soft like a fresh croissant
Simply my ensemble is something awesome
It's Willie
Stay pitching like Roy Halladay
Consolidate my money and drugs
To pass poverty
The smooth criminal, no mic, move pivotal
Alchemist, Stat on the beat, two generals
I make a lot of cash in a week, move minerals
Never take rappers too deep or too literal
'Cause they be faking with funny imaginations
And conversations, Illuminatis and Masons
The shit I make excite federal agents
Dominicans dealing with dope deportations
The gram chopper
Little ice with my cran vodka
Japan shopper, tan copper
I'm the man partner
I fuck with OGs that's corrupted
Looking to fuck shit up bad
When they buck shit
Disgusted when I hear ya'll rhyme
And feeling like Pun in his prime
Pull your knuckle back 'til you
Say uncle to that
No killer but no niggas who
Hit you with the borat
Not talking Kazakhstan, God I can't stand
Any motherfucker not in my clan
Michael Black san heart
Blast darts that tear apart your ligaments
Termanology, venomous sentences
Infamous sin, Satan
My sentiments been raping the penmanship
Bin Laden your noggin
My slang hit your brain
Like suicide bombing, nothing we doing common
Nothing to like when my brothers write
Not once, twice but three times official
John Doe flow will hit you
Like rocket sub missles
Motherfucker what's the issue
Shut up and rap
Matter of fact just shut your yap
I hate any rapper not on this track
You all suck, you all fuck
A-hole pussyhole vagina rhyming hoes
Closed curtain triple homicide
Murders what's up
Pick a time piece
Meticulous delicious dinners
Dim the lights, pour some liquor
Bitches lick it off each other
Coffee color furniture from Ralph Lifshitz
Lift your chain like a jewel heist
My heightened senses
Sense danger and since when
You niggas dangerous
A shot of Jameson, payments came in envelopes
Vamanos, volleyball bitches naked, body paint
I came to party like Bobby Brown
Never brown nose a vile temper
Nino Brown with the crack vial
And it was G Money vision
But then he turned fiend
I dream filthy, I'm from that crowd
My stash crowded
Certain shit I can't allow it
Now bow before me
The 40 cal like a moist towelette, disposable
Your Apple tablet in the toilet
I'm disrespectful
Expecting nothing from niggas
Dependencies foolish
Prepare to burden who you cool with
Bearskin rugs
I wear rugbies and fuck redbones
On red carpet
Rug burns and red wine finding parking
I'm at the loft but it's
Soft like a fresh croissant
Simply my ensemble is something awesome
It's Willie