Aka Clive Burrows - Type100 lyrics

[Clive Burrows] Nice Hijab The b**h curry, or maybe Arab The dick flirty updressies She messy saying "Look Mama, No Hands!" P.V-ing flowing that I stole I'll leave you Edgar Allan Poe, a no-show To the catacombs of Hammurabi Black Lagoons with Al-Ghadfi Sick as f**, so nose is snotty, f** the party Posted in the hallows With a shallow ho who swallow Only models, cause they callow, f** feelings Pop a bottle Champagne, cop a little of that caviar Yeah, n***a we f**ing cla**y, c**aine bars bought in foreign cars Rouge hues, blue j**els are crude voodoo My modules are illogical Listen to the rest and you could end up in a hospital, n***a [Bigz] The consequence is showing d**h To anybody who wanna test everless Complex vets, put six bullets in ur chest While i excess on blessed steps inclining to the chest Treasure better than lettermens guns and close friends Bigz at large im never gettin caught Tommy guy pigs say hi to my burning cigar My lil homie green sticky runnin from the law Ball hard so a n***a never fall Countin stacks bleeding vamps biting b**hes like drac I got em fiening like crack, i say you other rappers whack Sk**s intact my pack loud make mommas frown downtown Where the trap house moves pounds [move them pounds out there] Apocalypse on your cli*oris Floor it shordies boring im horny dick Spit with iron when i fire your local supplier The situations dire, when i ask who got the fire Who got it [thats a wrap]