Camboi Smif - Trees lyrics

[VERSE 1] Aye, let me Ask a question Which way is One Direction headed? Is it up or down? Or is it left or right? If a dime's on its side Then who decides If it's heads or it's tails? Does tails ever fail? Cuz I'm pretty sure some Times heads prevails I'm givin' head to males Does that make me gay? f** him twice in a day? Is that a re-lay? Is bakin' a cake A piece of cake? Is a bleach debate A clean debate? What if I put some Bleach in a cake? What happens if I feed A vegan a steak? Does he blow up? Implode or combust? If you trust a pair of tits Is it a trust bust? If a tree fall in the woods And someone is around To hear it make a sound Does it fall in love? [VERSE 2] I got a co*k like a redwood Balls like a cantaloupe Flow so dope Maya motherf**in' Angelou The difference Between me and she Is that I am a ten And she is a three I'm a livin' legend And she is deceased And I don't give f** Why the caged bird sings I just wanna know about The birds and the bees And how a bee dick fits In bird p**y Because if a motherf**er Want to get a cup of Hot Joe Pesci Do his palms get sweaty Like his mom's spaghetti? On his mom's spaghetti Mom's spaghetti Mom's spaghetti No beard, clean shave Am I still pretty? Or would I look weird Like Steve Buscemi? Ben Stiller cookin' Crystal in the city Is he Walter White? Or Walter Mitty? When a fire fighter fails To put out a fire, does He get to keep his job? Or is the fighter fired? Is it better to be Pissed off than on? If I told R Kelly Would he be pissed off? Got a shower made of gold But it's not a gold shower Got a dog named Courage, so Why is he a coward? Guess I just don't see the Irony, but if he's Talkin' to a dogwood, is he Barking up the wrong tree? [VERSE 3] Catch me hangin' From a pine tree Am I Santa Clause? b**h, I might be Yo b**h spread her a**hole For me while we were Skyping I blocked that trick on Facebook When she told me she a Pisces Talkin bout yo horoscope is Enough to make me slap a hoe Into limbo with Leonardo DiCaprio f**in' hoes obese Right in the roast beef Smokin' weed and holdin' these Nuts, sippin' Codine Stackin' goat cheese But my swiss is in the bank Mack on that frumunda Under Hilary Swa*k Catch me chillin' At the First Citizens Like a little kid on fifty Milligrams of Ritalin Spillin' gin On Fifty Cent Whisperin' To his sh**ty kid That he's livid since I didn't Repent for my sin, when I whipped out my dick and Hit his chinny chin chin Then he went to my crib And said “let me in”, so I told him I don't tussle With a lesbian Then he grabbed an axe From the back of his Cadillac Sorry Miss Jackson, but Ya married a lumberjack Curt chopped down Every one of my trees, he's One of many men who wish d**h upon me (and my trees)