Lil Kydd - Pucker Factor lyrics

Pucker Factor by Lil Kydd Catching bodies like north face Straight from A&E I turn any MC to a cold case Flow like a defective bicycle. No breaks And come out fresher than icicles and Colgate Sitting outside of my porch with a stone face And C∆VEMAN is in the kitchen cooking up stone frames Smelling of lighter fluid sulfur and propane The cupboards are stacked Not bad for a couple no names I got a pocketful of swing and a pan Some olive oil Fine china and mic in a hand You put a foot on the stage You get canned Maybe now you learned your lesson. Don't do it again I'm like a principal... Handing out reprimands To anyone who ain't a Lil Kydd fan By all means you can turn the dial away from my program But. your wifey gon' be bumping me like a slow jam So come at me, broham You're all sausage and no spice like Snooki with no tan Never seen me a stanza so bland Get him some Velveeta That's cuisine for a broke man Skinny black cutoffs Call em my spike lees Turn a scary crowd to a pack of benign g's I dropped Skewed Lawjik and Chai Tea You think I'm ever gonna stop? Nah not even likely Y'all are a day late and ten cents shy Whoever told you we were pushovers is feeding you lies Trenchcoat looking shady and sly Lay my beats on a quarter and I pull out a five So dispense of the nonsense or get fried And hung over a stack of toilet paper to dry Two drips in the vape and I blow Graham crackers into the air And watch it float in the sky Pull the back of your seat up I be riding through the 312 with my feet up With the ba** of the beat up While you sitting in your basement rolling your potpourri up Roach clip and a weed bu*t See a young miss and her three friends wanna meet up Sip tea in the eve with a PS3 When you see me on the street better speed up Mardi Gras in the booth. Get your beads up Straight slugging I spit sunflower seeds, bruh If I'm so braggadocio then pa** me I glady made nasty to the game And she be a fan of the lead up I got beef, straight protein Eat up It's fresh out of the wok and I'm steady turning the heat up Merch on a stack of Shonen Jump and a two-seater My authenticity can't even be measured in meters We talking yards on yards Worth of bars You can keep all of you shoes and your car. We got ours Sol-Muse and his Montay Carls We got a sound so sick Test the beat for SARS Don't even worry man Don't even trip Cause when a Kydd trying to drop young do not lift k** the game and resurrect it from out of the crypt And greet all of the new listeners with a kiss Lil Kydd