Afro(dillafreeform) // Cocoa
Jackaltheblackal
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
My afro moving messier than bushes tells I'm Pushing out quadruple of bullets from nozzles back on my Bullshit, no pulling muscles from tonsils want to be taken Tape measure tumble your throttle once really waiting Awakening, niggas better for startles, a start for stapling Freddo charts, staples at stakes, overstay welcomes, we Well-in that well; overfill to maple syrup pavements Pays more writtens but saving your bitch tasting. the Trays-in a train, waving you waiting lay back, patience a Patient gon' pray, planning with posing pay-back, pain is up In my back; the paper gon' paint it black, blank face Rolling when a schoolboy knows the queue to fill a piggy bank Pinky turned bastard when a rude boy ain't giving back Backstab answers when a decoy bad-lipping shit Lipping stacked, lip-read like a nigga 9k, 3k to Triple stacks, trick the scene like Kubrick's about it when Equipping the camera angles, grip on groups for the flicks to match Skipping, tabs to manual, gear on sixteen the pen intact Make it back you living for steering after my pen and pad with Sevens fed the packet of Jackals, prevent a medic pack Back depend on fearing I'm listening for go on ten perhaps Pans on end for searing my fucking lips with the tenant cracks Been a bad nigga, I'm hearing to slump the center grabs Sinning mad turn to menace I'm meant for amps so I better rap Bet I'm packed for it, I'm patched for it, ain't that foreign To the matches stored-in, when toe-to-toe you get capped scorching Borderline gore when the doors are open, you slam for it Ran poorer saw the light, saw it's mine; far from slap drawings Either that or I'm Dad with the matted raps say I'm Catching your flattened ass with the fans in my other hand and that's Facts in a baggage, bagging a couple bodies, you didn't learn to Adapt and you damned when redacting your laps it happens you Ran away, stamp the breaks when on the way I pass your plate Driving through abundance in punches I can afford it, that's Saviour with the pair of arms never plastered, slap a born loser On, putting niggas on blasters near stacks of stormtroopers God, pulling tricks from that past, still couldn't mourn sooner Monsoon, full it's in form, fill up with talks ruder Tall neck, torso looking bruised, bruise up to ballsy boosters Boots to kick up stalls next to top of cooked-in colossal cuckoo Cloudy looking heads bout to pop or poof with a portal shooter Half my life been more than a free man to go immortal moving Hands fluent in combat, dumb mics record tunes with Tooth crooked, left for dead but stand a fortress, thoughts grooving Off, said I'm deaf when the booming bashes canals, set to Bed, guess I'm dead when the room is crammed on its own nigga Said you ain't the nigga but Dilla beats do nuts, filling me Up with couple heats and bread go rise, time the heart pillars
The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Afro(dillafreeform) // Cocoa Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 6 May 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/4228394/Jackaltheblackal/Afro%28dillafreeform%29+--+Cocoa>.
Discuss the Afro(dillafreeform) // Cocoa Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In