Lyrics:
Hitler and JFK are just chillin'
Jesus never died
The CIA made AIDS
The moon-landings were fake
Ye, Bafoon
Are ye retarded?
What are you gay?
contact is still a necessity
And I'm a dictator of self-doubt
Hard landings on the air strip, no rip to band-aids still on my arm
Now all we see
small, fat, bald headed techologist be insane.'
In translation, I think he took his roll of film to right Aid and had a bad right Aid experience.
and record it too
Living like nothin to lose
I been runnin chasing loose leaf
Told that lil bihh that she cool
Red bottom dripping kool-aid
Got the top down
to śmieszny flex
Dwa telefony w dłoni trzymam tak jak Kevin Gates
Chce mi się kochać z nią, jakbym właśnie wyleczył AIDS
Siedzimy w Emirates, na jednym z
bottomless pits
Kool-Aid stains Top Ramen and shit
Who could paint a Rhymer like this
Only God She told me set fire to this shit
Sharing these parables
bottomless pits
Kool-Aid stains Top Ramen and shit
Who could paint a Rhymer like this
Only God She told me set fire to this shit
Sharing these parables
Tomb
Bitch I'm in the cut, I don't need a band-aid
Selling organs on the black market, hand made
We cut niggas open, we cut niggas open
Your bitch in
flex
Dwa telefony w dłoni trzymam tak jak Kevin Gates
Chce mi się kochać z nią, jakbym właśnie wyleczył AIDS
Siedzimy w Emirates
Na jednym z lepszych
Tre's
Jordan with the mic, making dudes fade
I do says
Sippin' on that shit like it's Kool-Aid
Rollie with the blue face, diamonds
They clear as Blu ray
know what I'm sayin',
There tryin' to say, that I'm gonna feed my fans electric kool aid
They got me fucked up
In this house there is no room for
Better watch out for the people in your corner maybe leachers
If I fall I'm landing feet first
Flexing for the cameras got that BL on my T-shirt
Sometimes
look fake
Looks like you need a new bae
Bad bitch in a new rave
Surfboard riding my wave
Put myself first, no aid
Ain't getting paid it shows
My Ice
enough all
Namaste
For awhile
Where they from
You don't do them things
Nelly Nell from the
Villy band aid
Suited up
But it's the outro
Yeah
You know C had
what it seems just rising tide
It's like a band aid a temporary fix
And I'm not myself I'm always sick
And the speed limit tells me to breathe
Settle
struggled with my landing
Opportunity I need a break
I learned to grab it
Cannot blame you for my ways
I blame the cabbage
If I stop feeling all of this pain
relaxing at Happy Camper
It's the fucking financial aid at Hamptons wasn't relaxing, I'm taxing
"Fuck 'em all!"'s what I'm chanting, don't complain I'm
Standing right in the landing site
Popping shots off at anybody rambling by
I'm in the zone, looking for a spot to hide
When I was sniped by a guy
on a bag of rocks
Slingshot cold cocked
Landing on a roof top
Waiting for the turkey parade
Lockjaw jigsaw
Betting on an outlaw
Picking at a purple
parents
We just met you tripping
Damn girl is you serious
Then I got to get the dipping
Do you see how I’m living
My dream so vivid
See the landing got
shawty
I don’t wanna do this shawty
I don’t wanna do it shawty
I don’t want
Whoa no can’t stand it
I be up when you be landing
Should’ve left you where you
y'all Ruckus on a few great songs
This is Doomsday's dawn
I chased the Dusse with the Grey Goose through a kool aid straw and
I wrote half this verse with
it)
You just ride dicks I'm the pilot
Make a crash landing and died
I'm giving ass handings with Pride
Fukk your parades we don't all have AIDS
My nigga
the drug lord band aids, haven't slept in ten days
Landing hits on airplay, I've been stashing since a young age
Underestimate thy energy, evidently I'm
Discuss these landing aid 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