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Look Out For Detox Lyrics - Artist : Black Hippy
Uh, shout-out to ScHoolboy Q
He uglier than a motherfucker Tire marks, tire marks Finish line with the tire marks When the relay starts I'm a runaway slave Ugh, walking on water and running on waves God MC, oh my God, you gotta see There's never no I's in me Of an odyssey, I'm a block away Fire marshal's moving in Marshmallows inside my pen Sweet sixteens Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin I'm so appalled With the prototype with a godly protocol You an amateur, they wanna pro to call I damage ya on camera, in Compton, in Canada I don't care where ya are Just blink twice and I'm there where you are Like a shadow in the dark, you a paddle in the boat In an ocean full of sharks 'bout to come up short Water in the pot, flow crack rock like Bam Bam nigga Have two grams nigga pay up or blam blam nigga Had a black Camry, bumpin' Dipset, Killa Cam nigga I had been around niggas, killers, pimps You ain't been around shit but your mamma and your bitch Shoved off the porch when I was like six Uncle Bobby got the house raided back in 9-6 Kick in the door K9s all in the kitchen way before I even heard of Mike Vick Mamma in the bathroom poppa at work Happened on Sunday we shoulda went to Church Look at my shirt, Polo on it It's gon' sell if my logo on it I fear no opponent A demon come near and I might throw a spear at the omen You looking at the 2010 Romans' Empire, Hiiipower HP, in ya face like HD And I spit like a HK I'ma shot like a H3, H-U-B-C-I-T-Y, A-B and Y-G Problem and Hootie nigga Tell the government come shoot me, nigga 'Cause I'm going out with a fist raised And a fist full of money give it to the fifth grade Drink a fifth of Hennessy and then take another fade With a democratic politician from CA They don't wanna see a B-L-A-C-K Making some scratch like a hall of fame DJ Give us some free J's put us in the PJs Now we in the county jail calling for a three-way Goddamn, y'all cold Mark of the beast wear your goddamn barcode Stuck in the street where it's dark like Harpo Black man tell me where your goddamn heart go Although I'm in the land of milk and honey Nobody never gave me shit, when I got my first chain All the niggas tried to take it from me I had to fight back and shit Take it back and shit And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit Like he back that shit Acting like you real or something Nigga ain't popped no steel, ain't popped no collar Go pop some pills or something You trying real hard to appeal to someone I'm being myself, my BFF is a BM-dub With your BM in it and a stash box glove And the medicine a doctor gave a nigga won't help I'm at the limit where I be amazing myself I bet I finish on a level with a Black belt I bet I hit it where every rapper get killed, like Bla bla bla bla where the knife at? Cut cut cut where your life at? Your career's over, he's slumped over And if I'm off beat know I'm un-sober That's a new flow Pl-, Plus Q gave me some Kush and some Nuvo New dough for the new year and I sumo on a rap peer Not a rapper, I'm a raptor That's a T-Rex in a V-neck for the rapture I'm a factor and your facial I'm a fracture to a fraction No one-half and I hate math Pastor's like Eddie Long, fucking maricon Took me mighty long to get here Nigga, fuck! Told ya I was gonna fall off Q We recording? You got that shit? (Yeah, yeah) Ugly, our ugly ass (Fuck all that, "Setbacks" dropping December) Don't worry! You are not gonna suck my dick tonight! |
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