T Kapone - Drew a Rose from the Corner lyrics

Yea Yea Yea Okay Yea [Verse 1: T Kapone] Strike the cymbal and you crumble in fear Hit the blunt and let the motha' f**ing devil steer While a spanish baby s**ing me and shifts to fourth gear I'm just tryna' get the f** out of this place right here , yea This place is evil Hit two girls call it a sequel This flow is lethal spike your veins like a needle, I'm the h**n Fight with a blind fold make it fair again f** this sh** im getting arrogant, smoke on some asparagus Experiment with lesbian simaritans and liquor is my therapist I am a rookie but im getting nookie like a veteran I'm f**ing and s**ing employees im David Letterman b**h Imma slow down the count Liquor and b**hes there ain't no max amount This one bunny didn't know what i was about So i puked on her and f**ed her made that p**y a fount-ain Imma climb the game like a mountain Imma keep going till i get the f**ing crown And imma do it in blood like im the count And the beat with the lyrics is what i am pounding This one for the b**hes that let me hit it in tenth grade You created a monster who's about to get his wealth gain Imma purchase a hotel chain Smoke and f** until i get chest pains Sell grains in a twelve gauge Check out my webpage Spits nothing except rage Help shape the game in my own way Own way, own way, own way [Verse 2: Nip$y & T Kapone] Cup in my left, blunt in my right Mix em both up tryna get my mind right Keep ya eye on your b**h, I'll take her slight Running through Asgard with the might of Thor Start talking sh**, might find me at your door I'm the core, I'm the veteran Pull up at your b**hes house in some corduroys and a Letterman Hit the door with a secret knock she know, she gotta let him in Dropped her draws Sight is unsettling N I P S Y I stay f**ing meddling f** a hoe so hard Legs shaking like Ketamine [Verse 3: T Kapone] Hocus Pocus Flows the dopest Got b**hes wet like super soakers b**h you know this Flows the boldest Spit cool my pubes are frozen so yo b**hes noses always stay the coldest Hold it The blunts we just rolled it The money we just fold it The game we control it Your flows old and molded So imma keep spitting and scolding Your girl telling me to own it f** up an opponent The chosing zoning focused rap token has spoken Putting p**y boys to sleep like melatonin He's boning ripping of b**hes clothing it's a bonus Give the opposing rap rodents my condolence I'm just on it These other rapper dont want it my lyrics stay haunted , stay haunted Told this girl she too fat and she slapped my Johnson Start a riot with Logic, Mac and Action bronson Leaving b**hes paralyzed like Mr. Swanson Getting cheese like wisconsin you, condom Imma motha f**in bomb them Strike a palm upon them These b**hes want a song up on them Its like they nuts Use pecan batons upon them,i mean peacan Snort blow for the weeknd not the days the singer who be f**ing tweaking Not even 21 but i be f**ing sneaking I plug ya b**hes wholes like she leaking What [Verse 4: Nip$y] Woke up from a drug induced dream Snow in the sky Powder in the seems of my clothes I stay moving slow But when I see the green, yea I gotta go Bruce Banner with the motherf**ing gamma flow Keep an eye on your girl or I'll mothaf**ing smash your hoe Stop Collaborate and drop Now, watch how I walk I ain't gonna stop Going to the top Prop up your girl like a coat rack Ring up the next one and head to the sack Hit it from the back B1 battleship set to attack This is the mothaf**in rap pack Grab a backwood, a tray and a pack Smoke it all up but imma get it right back Countin paper like it's Dunder Mifflin Now sit back and watch our mothaf**ing vision Get in the way, that's a head on colission I'm gone [Outro: T Kapone] Cup in my left hand, blunt in my right Mix em' both up yea, tryina' get my mind right Pull up freshly tardy Do it till I get a motha f**in' Rauri' Leave the pre-game to the party Sippin' Bacardi Poppin' pills like smarties