Izzie Gibbs - Lava Lamp lyrics

Raised in gully, move 8 for money Your his 25 8's 'till it ate a monkey How you wearing Giuseppe's And you 'ain't paid your mumzy Livin' in Hell, I'm a slave to f**ery Demons in my sleep that were made to love me It's a shame I'm ugly Man feel a pablo coulda made a few papes in country There's so many fools in the universe Fam you're a dick I know that the truth does hurt (aye) f** rules, I put in stupid work Got mother nature up in a pack I guess that I'm moving earth Dem man ain't got no bottle, they don't know about f** all I got a ting and she looks like a model Man'll f** that in my goggles I make her splash like puddles Dem boy won't bring trouble See you and your dargs get muzzled When them arms come round, no cuddles See my bro with a stick like Mordor That sh** longer than a floorboard And it's mad 'cos he's got about four more Keep talkin' 'bout bricks we'll be kickin' off your door Bits, we come for all yours Dem boy 'der love [?] (aye) See me pull up in a four door That's another point on the scoreboard Aye, man's way too icy THC in my cup, I'm drinking an eyepiece Get high and watch time freeze Been a bad boy since the 90s f** red bottoms, I flex Nike's They're dead common, they're not like me Nah, not even a might-be That sh** is way too unlikely At me, don't wanna answer my phone Free bro, can't wait till my darg is home Said they're out here but they're hardly involved Dem boy 'dere in a party with hoes I'm on the block with my squad like I'm Nadia rose Just seen feds in a ford focus Still hit the block I got more potent In the trap with the goons I got no jokers Mana hearing all these jiggas and they all hopeless She give me top till her jaw swollen We still pushing keys but the door's open Got pebble on street- I move boulders Same chicken for a week I was so homeless It's not what we do for the mula Yeah, them man ain't super Tell them boy there to cool off Dem man, they need to woosa Oscar got the juice brah Aye rude boy you're a loser Fam don't talk about shooter Cos that's suicide boy like Pouya My man said he's got loud But I can't hear that sh** I'm in your bm's house and I'm eating food out the fridge Man are like Izzie you're way too sick My girl's like Izz let me hold that dick I make her strip, then it's back to the strip [?] and dizz, wanna hit a lick Bin bag full of that crow Get dashed in a whip Then it's back on the road Man head back to the bits Said he ran me down but it never happened I was up in the trap, nittys chasing dragons They said they're active but them boys actors, instagrammers You was on the set, tryna get a jack em But man don't care 'bout [?] Tell them boy there ease up Keep talkin' bout food I'll run in your trap then clean up I got a ting and her bum is huge Dunkno it has to get feel up Sippin' six plus one up Now man's feeling all lean up