Durag Dynasty - Tender Greens lyrics

(Verse) Stidler hid the rid of the riddler Getting rid of the filth til they k**ed your ricochet, renegade rhyme splinter Dan Blinter – he suffer from cold feet, it’s no sleep I got handled like mo chicks, I hold heats Beat graceful, Pete Sakes, my radiance Like staring at the burner bush, max being the ravious plaques Meaning they praising, I’m atheist Got bargained, all shinin kamikaze corner store labelges Talk native go song haters or song sacred If the wogs may just got some more baggers, you know the baseler, spill the sh** Then bully your hood, the mack cuta’s plan to raise you pa**es back to back Would, I’m that good In Tristate holster outbreak, I go primate My beaters go savage til I make his third eye ache again The k**er’s bin, spit fire back, spit flim, spit shining gems but I ain’t buying that sponsored links You wanna leak don’t you? Download it free, won’t ya? Before you know it, pop pop, that’s when the blood sold ya (Verse) Out of body, probably my Gattis will leave you lying snotty Don’t try to hobby with a jolly like it’s laddi daddi You outer space, Lord, holy sh**, look at Shorty You just a poser on a skateboard tryna alli On my Muhammad Ali, got bought Iluminati Do the knowledge debut, the sky is down and you go sloppier Soon as the molly up On the other side of the planet Where broads ain’t really trippin what kind of car we in Pimp pimp hurray, blazin a 8th of hip a day The wealth of this rhyming, diamonds out of Tiffany’s Health is the science, exercise lips and weight Might take a little discipline to get you straight I’m good money every time man, official cake Tools for the haters in case I gotta fix a face Tools on the table, pick a face straight from leviathan My parents moddy of a n***a playin (Verse) Man tryna slap MacDonald, mack rap photo mack Zodiac crack Ronald Reagan racks, blowin stack Give or take a decimal, dangerous decibals Talk delectable, I’m cheffin up something exceptional Taste the pleth of her styles, I pitch corner block projects split Straight chipped off of pyramid bricks It’s all hieroglyph, Titanic oracle porch That’s boatlandish, word to my nautical sport – they can’t stand it Fly fast in easter beastin for a feature Snortin reefer, now I’m bout to beat ya out yo sneakers Air blow back fusion, fire no wings Mixed with the bow jacks, straps attached, no strings Photographic ratchets, smash your cabbage maggot From the looks of your head of lettuce we have a salad Tender greens fiend, 3 ring regime team Leave you steam cleaned, promoters better bring crème