Romanchikku - Mismatch

Got a new wall
I ain't hit that
Fit that
Hole inside her mouth
Need a tic tac
So imma hit backs
Till that shawty wanna hit back
And she coughing up her words
Like she tryna give my kids back

She wearing black, like she miss mac
Merry like Christmas.
M.C I eat her like big back
They steal my flow, and my thunder
So pass the oak, imma take it like
Gimme my shit back

Got a new wall
I ain't hit that
I meant her pussy
I lick that
Sit on six-pack

Got a new bar
It's a lit fact
But I am to drunk so
I need to go sit back
Down

Sneak got a pair
They a Mismatch
Nova he good
I admit
That
But I do not "fit that sound"

Roman he ight
But his music
Just seem more like chit chat
So imma diss tracks now

They on that kickback shit
And I guess that's lit
I'm not what that shit
Cause I miss my kids
Yes I meant my sperm
And it's in her perm
So I slit that shit
Yeah that shawty mine
So she cough that slime
And she sip that shit
And I miss that shit
And I wore her out
So I miss that fit
And I made that song
So I miss that bitch

Imma go get what want
And it hurts to do so
I'm the saddest
I guess I'm a sadist
Most people think life that way
When they turning away
From the fact that they already have it
I'm gonna act like her man,
Or her boyfriend even though
I don't own or wear up the fabric
Added that verse about love
Back comical
Just in case they think this song to graphic

People they ask
For my antics
Is that romanchikku?
In wow and they gasp likes asthmatics
Thinking about was a habit
Smoking on cabbage
I forgot how romantic I was
So please pass me the cannabis bruh
I've been manic as fuck
Gimme brain in the back in the bus
Cause I'm cool
And My character static as fuck
So my life is dramatic enough

Got a new wall
I ain't hit that
I meant her pussy
I lick that
Sit on six-pack

Got a new bar
It's a lit fact
But I am too drunk so
I need to go sit back
Down

Sneak got a new pair
They a Mismatch
Nova he good
I admit
That
But I do not "fit that sound"

Roman he ight
But his music
Just seem more like chit chat
So imma diss tracks now

Got a new song
Its hitman
Killing like shit crack
While I go my
Sit on six racks

They think they hard
But these dudes
Cannot stand for themselves
So boy can please just go sit back
Down

Splitting her legs like they kitkats
Shoot, with no kickback
But I don't fit that crowd

Roman he ight
But his music
Just seem more like chit chat
Imma diss tracks now

Fuck summer tapes
I don't need a vacation
No hesitation
When I'm shooting for her throat my fixation
No suffix, till that bitch is done suffocating
Or busting, that why we lack commutation
No talking
That's dedication
Uh
Or my day job
Occupation
Imma make it
Up like her waistband stuck
In the matrix
Imagination
Wow
She scream like OW
Keep her locked in
Hither waist like P.O.W
Sex education
No cap
Or gown
Graduate first class
When her pants fall down
Giving grade A lip
Make her parents(Dada) proud
But that's not realistic
Or efficient
She take her anger out on this dick
That bitch sadistic
She Elmo
She smoke up the L
And she keep to her self
Harm, like wrist slit

I am much more misfit
Cinderella got me slipping
Love is drug got me tripping
Falling, like many
I'm just a statistic
I'm killing like Kenny
I got so many pennies I ain't really give a fuck about
(Nonsense)

Written by:
Abraham Breton

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