Symo - Brood War
In honor of Wocktober, please stand for the national anthemI'm off dat lean, turn to a freak just like I'm Patrick Bateman
Sip codeine, we off the leash, and now we really banging
I get so geeked I'm up in space I feel like Carl Sagan
I been a fiend, nothing to me, I live my life so dangerous
I want that bitch, I want them toppings I'm not talking pizza
I want that bitch, if she ain't quick, then straight on to her sister
I'm on my shits, been getting lit, yeah I'm already famous
I'm really rich, yeah where it counts, the fuck you ever made bitch
I walk round with my strap
That's dyke mode, let it clap
Throw 50 on that bitch and go tell her make it fat
Bitch I'm on them shits, so I might just let it brap
Pull up on them reds, and just let the stiffy blatt
Eyes all on my guap, ho just say that you pocket watching
Ice all on wrist, so Imma say I'm really frosted
Nice ass lil bitch, I beat it back way back in August
Two hos in my bed, that's Mickey Dees, yeah double arches
We don't fuck with them, we don't fuck with them, y'all busted man
Get some lights in here, shining bright in here cause I'm right here
There some ops in here, getting oppier and oppier
Need some wock in here, get some wock in here, yeah drop in there
Yeah, bad bitch need some slop in here
Yeah, no fumbling, don't flop round here
Yeah, it's Symo bitch, swag in the air
Yeah, catch you slipping then my mop right there
I'm off dat lean, turn to a freak just like I'm Patrick Bateman
Sip codeine, we off the leash, and now we really banging
I get so geeked I'm up in space I feel like Carl Sagan
I been a fiend, nothing to me, I live my life so dangerous
I want that bitch, I want them toppings I'm not talking pizza
I want that bitch, if she ain't quick, then straight on to her sister
I'm on my shits, been getting lit, yeah I'm already famous
I'm really rich, yeah where it counts, the fuck you ever made bitch
Written by:
John Symonanis
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