Lyrics:
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate
Dutch master,
You're Lady Astor,
You're broccoli!
You're romance,
You're the steppes of Russia,
You're the pants, on a Roxy usher,
I'm a broken
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate
(all in the mix)
Y'all niggas know my stee's and how crazy I get (uh huh)
I'm lookin' for the broad shaking ass and tips (shake it down now)
I got
her
I'll probably probably screw her and dump
Her body in the sewer
Our father, my pops stuck up
Dope spots big, black, and mean
With the fifth by
divorce
Your crib ain't no fuckin resort
Scenery coming by choice ain't no sonning the boy
I'm still slide with every feature on factory wheels
Donnie
, but hey
I ain't too much into Phillie's
But split a Dutch and I'll re-fill it
And I ain't friendly, so nope, ya can't hit it
I smoke good trees
Yo
with every passer by
Two feet on the floor no one by my side
But I won’t stare at my phone while life passes by
I'll be here, I'll be now
Can you see
found the one
Told mom that so many times that I'm sounding dumb
'Cause she started to mix Ashley up with Tanesha
And saying "Hi Britney" when I'm
The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name
And if you ask me again, I'll tell you the same
Who's to blame I don't really know
But my game's so tight I think I'm gonna go
The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name
And if you ask me again
I'll tell you the same
Who's to blame? I don't really know
But my game's so tight I
Think I'm gonna go
mouth I'm creeping up over your shoulder
A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on
Call my bluff, start acting up, and I'll leave
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
chose
(I can't help the fact I get chose)
She say I come through into clutch
When I roll it up like a dutch
In the night, I'm invited to touch
Other
and this entice them how them joke the same
So I'm gonna sing just like them to get where they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
Every single been a banger since CashApp
Feeling dismissed got me doing the most
Back-to-back, wait, wrong verse gotta snapback
I'll grab a snake by
the streets
Dragon
Right
Ride in a four by four
Shawty don't trip, big tint on the window
Lean on me like a pillow
I'm a real bad bad influence
I be bad bad
not the pine
I ain't wasting my time
Tryna go cop a Masi uh yea yea
Know that I'm all by myself I'm just rolling Biscotti uh yea yea
She think that I'm
Step inta the party as I bust a ho
I'll lean up on the wall until I'm ready to go
I'm sippin on some juice with a twist of Mo
Comfortable, smokin'
gets me going
Yea yea yea yea
I need that
Cafecito
In the morning
Yea yea yea
Mix it
With the reefer
It gets me going
Yea yea yea
You can say
I'm
it
But I'll surely show it, show it
She don't know me, she don't know what I'm 'bout
I got it all, baby I got it all
Tell me what you want, let me give
to correct him
God must want me to go stretch him
No I ain't young and dumb
I'll carefully plan it
They gone tell y'all I was tripping
But I stand by all my
someone to life, someone I've never seen
You know what I mean, you know exactly what I mean
I'll take the Scarface Pacino and the Godfather Brando
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