Lord Sizzle - VIII lyrics

n***as acting like they entered in the Contra Code Walking contradictions, caught them by the copper toe Cupping clavicle, the gat I hold is magical I let the bullet teach the trigger, no sabbatical I'm cucking badder girls, I'm ducking the runts Got a Medea-faced b**h rolling King Trode in my blunt I'm made to stunt, but the b**h, she jerks me off with her stumps Clump of meat on her pelvis, she got her booty all plump (Shieeeet) A n***a got more game than the Grumps, though With gusto, couple bodies caught for my gumbo (Gawrsh!) That's a tasty f**ing meal if I say so My braids flow like the f**ing curtains I paid for Now stay woke, my eyes popping out of the gray Locs I'm Grey Goose sipping, tripping over my dick Adult swim and cannonball at night like I'm Nick I'm steady kicking with my shirt of like I'm Broly Ne-cauliflower inhaling, or should I say it's devoured? I'm sick Quickly ollie off the ox and I'm boxing the f**ing milk Ghetto cowboy got an Eagle residing right in this hilt Bloody silk in the washer, my dosh is up to the ceiling While baby peels bananas to make her a f**ing living Little Debbie's getting cream pies with no oatmeal Boat shoes to some Nikes with a cold-a** grill Gold bra** wheels, I'm posted with a no-a** hoe And before I was her n***a, I had no cash flow Now what that mean? She ain't like to eat up on collard greens She in a scene every time we going out in the beams But I'm pristine, she ain't matter when it come to my team I rather kick it at the crib eating Crunchwrap Supremes Who that n***a over there? Staring at my hair, staring at my beard Comparing our wares [x2] Old codger, old codger, old codger......