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Taurus
by NWG
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This yute, he's been out talking shit darg
If he keeps on, I'll put his nan in a rizla
Put the weed away, that's haram, word to Islam
Thrilla in manilla, man, the warfare's guerrilla
I like my coochie with gorilla grip yessir
And so much booty from musicianship
That when I'm 86 with artificial hips
I'll still be doing flips and shit instant hits making movies kicking it like Bruce Lee watch me
Skrring in the skittle got a rainbow of the foreigns
Hotbox and that's why it's a high performance
Drop top and I got the rim imported
On the hood there's a Taurus
You can't afford it
I don't wanna know put the coke back in the coke please
Rolling up a hundred bands, yeah man, I smoke cheese
I've been locking down the block, damn like I'm OT
Tesla got a v8 cause I ain't do lowkey
So clean, call me Mr Muscle
With a couple of duffle bags
smuggled out the hustle we just had
You wanna knuckle up to throw hands for the bands
Get ready to duck it when the cillet bangs
Skrring in the skittle got a rainbow of the foreigns
Hotbox and that's why it's a high performance
Drop top and I got the rims imported
On the hood there's a Taurus
You can't afford it
Do it swoosh on the track like a Nike kick
They say I'm harder than finding out where a pikey lives
Micrograms and Vicodins, psychedelic violence
Light the mic with gang or kill a solo like I'm Kylo Ren
Mile a minute even in the 20 lane, elevate
Sticking to the script I stick you in the skillet,
We off piste for green encased in the cellophane
Who my age can turn an Apple into lemonade or hella change
Hell for leather from the fellas that be featherweights
Stu a psychedelic deli to the heavens gates
Cold cuts of peyote until my belly aches
And there's a circle above me like I'm in centigrade
I go fourth degree during my first degree
Break it open like a burglary or surgery
Urgently, the Gs in all black like New Zealand
Ski mask Adidas beaters we scheming in the seven seater
Skrring in the skittle got a rainbow of the foreigns
Hotbox and that's why it's a high performance
Drop top and I got the rims imported
On the hood there's a Taurus
You can't afford it
This yute, he's been out talking shit darg
If he keeps on, I'll put his nan in a rizla
Put the weed away, that's haram, word to Islam
Thrilla in manilla, man, the warfare's guerrilla
I like my coochie with gorilla grip yessir
And so much booty from musicianship
That when I'm 86 with artificial hips
I'll still be doing flips and shit instant hits making movies kicking it like Bruce Lee watch me
Skrring in the skittle got a rainbow of the foreigns
Hotbox and that's why it's a high performance
Drop top and I got the rim imported
On the hood there's a Taurus
You can't afford it
I don't wanna know put the coke back in the coke please
Rolling up a hundred bands, yeah man, I smoke cheese
I've been locking down the block, damn like I'm OT
Tesla got a v8 cause I ain't do lowkey
So clean, call me Mr Muscle
With a couple of duffle bags
smuggled out the hustle we just had
You wanna knuckle up to throw hands for the bands
Get ready to duck it when the cillet bangs
Skrring in the skittle got a rainbow of the foreigns
Hotbox and that's why it's a high performance
Drop top and I got the rims imported
On the hood there's a Taurus
You can't afford it
Do it swoosh on the track like a Nike kick
They say I'm harder than finding out where a pikey lives
Micrograms and Vicodins, psychedelic violence
Light the mic with gang or kill a solo like I'm Kylo Ren
Mile a minute even in the 20 lane, elevate
Sticking to the script I stick you in the skillet,
We off piste for green encased in the cellophane
Who my age can turn an Apple into lemonade or hella change
Hell for leather from the fellas that be featherweights
Stu a psychedelic deli to the heavens gates
Cold cuts of peyote until my belly aches
And there's a circle above me like I'm in centigrade
I go fourth degree during my first degree
Break it open like a burglary or surgery
Urgently, the Gs in all black like New Zealand
Ski mask Adidas beaters we scheming in the seven seater
Skrring in the skittle got a rainbow of the foreigns
Hotbox and that's why it's a high performance
Drop top and I got the rims imported
On the hood there's a Taurus
You can't afford it
