Black lip bastard remix

Peep, thinkin' you sweet, but you weak Talkin' out of turn'll leave all of your teeth in the street Mama taught you better, never clash with a giant Unless you David, remember, my nigga, I'm not Goliath Feel the wrath of this titan Hit some water, call it Poseidon Wig out, then hit your ass with a trident Money on the table my nigga, you know I'm all in If rap was a drink, you wine, nigga I'm all gin Hundred proof, recruit a hundred troops who love to shoot No fluke, my nigga, you know that's what us hunters do East side up, Watts City mayhem Choppers, they sprayin' from AM to PM I'm the silent assassin of the four-headed dragon Black Hippy blastin' a. Ab-Soul] Perpetratin', bitches poppin' Percocet and percolatin' Freelance for God but do the work of Satan Whatever works I'm clever with the words if you haven't noticed yet Lightyears ahead, I'm bright and I like to get oral sex Soul brother number one plus one Gettin' fed like where drugs and guns come from [Verse 5: Black Lip Bastard Remix. Kendrick Lamar] This what you really want, huh? When I'm in interviews, don't ask me 'bout no crews No posses, no cliques, don't tell me who's gettin' it I don't give a fuck, nigga I just paid— I just paid six figures in taxes, nigga Off Section.

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Ab-Soul – Black Lip Bastard (Remix) Lyrics | Genius Lyrics

Peep, thinkin' you sweet, but you weak Talkin' out of turn'll leave all of your teeth in the street Mama taught you better, never clash with a giant Unless you David, remember, my nigga, I'm not Goliath Feel the wrath of this titan Hit some water, call it Poseidon Wig out, then hit your ass with a trident Money on the table my nigga, you know I'm all in If rap was a drink, you wine, nigga I'm all gin Hundred proof, recruit a hundred troops who love to shoot No fluke, my nigga, you know that's what us hunters do East side up, Watts City mayhem Choppers, they sprayin' from AM to PM I'm the silent assassin of the four-headed dragon Black Hippy blastin' a.

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We'll have baztard fixed soon. Produced by Willie B. Ab-Soul] Perpetratin', bitches poppin' Percocet and percolatin' Freelance for God but do the work of Satan Whatever works I'm clever with the words if you haven't noticed yet Lightyears ahead, I'm bright and I like to get oral sex Soul brother number one plus one Gettin' fed like where drugs and guns come from blaxk 5: This Black Hippy shit what y'all really want?

Kendrick Lamar] This what you really want, huh? Niggas stretchin' the truth like they choose to do yoga instead Either that or they depressed, eatin' yogurt in bed Solar system, grab a space shuttle and stay subtle The bass bit the bait, I'm straight, you a gay couple I ain't thirsty for the deal, wait and make 'em pay double I'm anxious, when the bacon on the table, I need a muzzle You're basic like cable to a satellite dish You was runnin' L.

When I'm in interviews, don't ask me 'bout no crews No posses, no cliques, don't tell me who's gettin' it I don't give a fuck, nigga I just paid— I just paid six figures in taxes, nigga Off Section.

Dot, leave 'em grievin' on evenin' news Even when society break even, I'll break rules [Verse 2: P You can't see me, your vision ain't 3D You smokin' on that seaweed, we rollin' up that kiwi And the Backwood lighted, we high for bastad three weeks You payin' for that pussy, but we always get freebies Top Dawg that ho and throw it like a frisbee, it's history You know the night and day is ours Top Dawg conglomerate, Hiii Power, bitch [Outro: The Book of Soul.

Release Date May 11, This Black Hippy posse-cut, produced by in-house T.

Jay Rock] All we do is do it, shittin' on the competition Takin' heads off, this Hannibal Lecter music You niggas don't move me, you niggas just movies Cut straight to them credits and hit you with a Uzi Peel off in a dullies, truck bed full of toolies Get home, smoke, poke on some coochie I'm just fuckin' around, enough with them fairy tales But I bust heads for real, go 'head— I'm Jay Rock, you lil' niggas beneath me How you gon' dance with the devil with two left feet?

I'm a bastard with black lips Black shirt, black shades, long black dick I'm awkward, dog, I'm tryna bargain shop at Saks Fifth Swung two axes and knocked the Earth off axis, ask 'em [Interlude: Verified Artists All Artists: Kendrick Lamar] Is this what y'all really want?

Turn me up, Ali [Sample: Black Lip Bastard Remix.

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