Torch - Malaria lyrics

Old school, new school, anybody can get it Man slow down, in the order you can get it Anybody 'aint cool now, stay straight and move right Real though when they blows, run upon the midnight side Man it's the eighty I 'aint never say that sh** f** b**h I know you play that sh** I don't care how it stands ' but it through chairs It 'aint be late to get your told tang Seven on me like Antony 'in my pressure ' This 'aitn for the squish, master hood squish ' School the old ..call the ' ' The best work I collect nineteen Turn a big arm if you own me Know 'em, k**ers coming this present 'smoking Black car bars, this a higher ' sponsored links Got a rich chick higher then a ' Got a black chick serving like she slow stamping 'n***a pay to you, n***a's different Soon as she talk crazy I'mma start splitting, we splitting, we splitting, we splitting, we splitting Old school, new school, anybody can get it Man slow down, in the order you can get it Anybody 'aint cool now, stay straight and move right We splitting, we splitting, we splitting, we splitting f** with my man, I'm clapping, you kidded me? I turn my right hand, like the statue of Liberty Yeah little .., I'mm little bit with flow Lyrically you know, I'm hight and you know, drop the roof To my own home ' I'm trapping for a week ' ..can't get 'em of me '. I'mma connect now, I'm splitting out where I'm not shave but I'm giving you square That's really not fair, I'm in this serves' You really not there, it's been better Six letters ' We splitting, we splitting, we splitting, we splitting Old school, new school, anybody can get it Man slow down, in the order you can get it Anybody 'aint cool now, stay straight and move right Way you call me a murder, I don't k** anyone I don't' need to k** any one I hear voices in the, in the based'hold my gun ' Freak up in the 'said taste it I don't give a f** 'bout God damn battles' Face all over your' Wide and gla** ' Got 'em in the air cause they trash on Got social life like awesome ' If I rap with you, I put the tools to my soul I sh** on you, you might be free, watch you found a bridge you're not cool Dive in it and next time you run put your mind in it Maybe I should k** two five hundred people the I will feel better We splitting, we splitting, we splitting, we splitting Old school, new school, anybody can get it Man slow down, in the order you can get it We splitting, we splitting, we splitting, we splitting n***as