Phily Skeamz Lyrics - Don't Let Me Do It

Phily Skeamz - Don't Let Me Do It

Hello am I in ya ear clear to persevere Reach heights that no one was near
Hit tops like a beer and do numbers this year
Poof appear volunteer
Big rear is you gon' steer
Your bitch is Jeepers Creepers
Peep her features from her head to sneakers
Fuck a feature spit the ether
Beast a creature
Winnin' beat ya
Don't try it either
You live or die it's neither
Hold on this the sleeper
I'm sick I'm speaking Zika
Internal bleed the speaker
A lil mamacita freak a chica
She so bonita, pussy was a cheetah
Knock out the park Derrick Jeter
My name in ya mouth taste paprika
Ya dame I call my baby eater
Done with the phobias foes
Bitch who ain't chose
Niggas that nobody knows
That's jocking the flows
Feels like running unopposed
The tightest of hoes
Stay with cornrows
Suppose
Gettin this dough while you doze
My heart been froze
Can't make it rain just snow
Or find where her clothes go
Bitch don't get attached gold digging batch
Stay up on her back don't know how to act
Don't lack or walk around my house with backpacks
Blow it up my living room is Baghdad
Blowing gas pussy nigga pass that
Ain't safe so where ya cash at
Get smacked read my treasure maps
No playtime it's earn live and learn
Wait your turn then cash burn
No concerns we adjourn
Bitch from Howard I'm stern
She say churn baby churn
I was sure like lavern she don't perm
She go both ways always in hallways
You too thirsty throw it back like Thursdays
Name what my phone say could say Bouquet
Her's say MJ or Hardaway how we fadeaway
I'm tryna get paid and some Cartiers
Swim in some Rose
Know my role play
This rap game cozy
Soul an OG low-key my plug a Mophie
Got power won't charge me
Switch cause original this shit is pivotal
Get out your physical
Loud puff the Mystikal
Son you cut the umbilical
Too fly ya boy is angelical
Run shit but ain't that political
Does it matter ain't with the chatter
I'm near her Gall bladder
Switching patterns collecting data
Retire on Saturn roof shattered
Need more than ladders
My thots all scattered
I splatter they cake batter
Words make me play
Make Blu-rays for the day
With your bae
Beat was slayed
In a way it got laid
I'm self made
Bitch is so vague
I behave an ice age
And Go in like a raid
Hypnosis psychosis dope dick
Diagnosis prognosis overdosage
Part her sea like Moses
Who's closest watch the motives
Niggas showcase
On point when losing focus
On ya door put a late notice
This crack but never sold this
Or ice cause I'm the coldest
These hoes'll leave you soulless
Kiss fuck I hoe-kiss-poke-kiss
Magician in ignition
Ain't whippin raise partition
Run audition for admission
Ain't tripping got ambition
Cold out don't be slippin
Hot booth a kitchen
Beats are good nutrition
Bored game a piece you missing
Make ya thot a proposition
Getting props for my positions
Taking shots hear 'em swishing
Mortician got 'em fishing

Written by:
Philip Ginoba

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