Harry Fraud - Tiger Uppercut lyrics

(Verse) It’s the dark level at chart levels, All lames keeping off the frame like daredevil, car metal. My fellas in the hard cradle, kids in the kitchen but laws cadle in the in, cooking marshmellows. Shop more like the hard yellow, Young face to supply base like most artelos. So step on this sh** like cold car pedals, Right here you’re getting rizzy, Fried and cooked to the fish scale, Crispy like all the stretches, Ain’t it hard to hitch the impost on the haters And your future type of car be the reaper. Double accent like a double seeker, Being a young eager beaver made a puff to beefer Now grown up he lost a diva Bust it in equivers, chop snop penis that blow like a glove speaker. sponsored links Days in the ham like caveman close beater He be the king size, caging on franchise Ice cold, see no soul in the man’s eyes And my man gold as the roll in that land rise I spit grills to make it k** with my grand fries. You see a k**er in this man’s eyes I’m k**ing and I’m burning like a camp fire, They said that I ain’t tripping, that’s a damn lie. I hand the hand highs like a grandma. But no, I ain’t a granny, I just ate Xanax, Took down eight Xanax like straight candy I got a lot of cools but I ain’t handy, I’m a motherf**er savage, but I ain’t randy. But I still get these balls off, Caught in logic like Beethoven, Mozart Like show parts and right Zan cleefing and bites in, we’re nicer Burt slice ‘em, cast them off like Malibar, I fly it in an albacast and I’ll be sure. And I be sure to make you think the logically drop Probably body warm, messed up like Mardi Gras. Dropping off your body parts so your mommy’s saw, You’re gonna probably have to get your body guard a bodyguard.