Yung Snow - Tempura lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung $now] Long hair, don't care b**h, I don't give a f** Open me up in a new window Talking about that bong sharing Lawn chair chilling in the kitchen Scrim is whipping up the dope while I'm playing Nintendo Slit my lymph node *59 stay in the dark f** the lime light b**h, that's my kinfolk Been throwed since '94 Dick throwed a little bit to the left til' I find the right hoe, oh Really though I hate when corny motherf**ers say they got a sick flow Sounded like Carl Winslow b**h, I'm spitting Dead Snow That's a good movie We can watch it, we can f** and then you can go to bed, hoe b**h, turn off the lights I can still see the glow Keep it up and Ima take you home Crib like an igloo, b**h That's why the call me Yung $now, oh [Verse 2: $lick $loth] It's that young pharaoh blowing on that Sarah Sparrow Eyes looking narrow Sipping lean with a sombrero Rio de Janeiro paint on my f**ing Chevy Riding around with a b**h that looks like Lil' Debbie Now tell me what you know Young Vincent Van Goh Lil' John Macenroe Put the blade to my throat It's that $uicide My manic depressive and gun on the dresser mind state The psycho professor, the demon possessor but never the lesser, soul mate In a grey state Watch me raise the crime rate Welcome to Hell's gates, b**h I'm that flaming dragon Seven heads and draped in satin Speaking tongues in Latin Young d**h, Lil' famine