ZENSEI - Punch Lines lyrics

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ZENSEI - Punch Lines lyrics

Punch Lines: [Chorus: navagnaes] My punchlines are kinda like lunchtime Kinda like lunchtime Kinda like lunchtime You eat 'em up Don't you like how I punch lines Like how I punch lines Like how I punch lines And beat 'em up? On beats I'm kinda like sunshine Kinda like sunshine Kinda like sunshine I heat 'em up Sometimes these are just dumb rhymes Inspired by fun times Inspired by fun times All weeded up [Verse 1: navagnaes] Face gone, but I'm still the same Sean, rapping It's Always Sunny when I play, "day" Sean, Jackson Math problem as I blow an eighth, one fraction Two pills in my hand, take one, action! Now I'm laying in the cut like a saw chisel Lyrics hotter than them all, yeah they all sizzle Balling like Snoop Doggy Dogg, fo' shizzle Basket case as I make each one of my balls dribble Champagne campaign, watch it all fizzle I make it rain and you're nothing but a fall drizzle And though money's getting blown like a long missile Still, twenty thousand hurts, dog whistle I'm a sand dune on fire, smoking reef My flow will make your face turn whiter than a c**a leaf I would put no money in a home though, I'd only eat Living by a lake or in a shack having Kobe beef Propellers spinning like a clock, time flies That's why we're always gettin' p**y, living nine lives Bad girl, making moves, doing drive-bys So down to earth, but all she wants to make are sci-fis (hi five) She's so kinky We blink twice then see no pinky Living life without a care, underwear is outerwear f** while falling down the stairs, we so slinky We grow diesel green so stinky Three bowls deep and me no thinky Jesus, I can't even see so chinky Me go to bed, then she go drinky Might as well get up, yell to my driver,"more prey!" Spot a bucket, pull up beside her, "who*e, hey!" Coming straight outta Guatemala, por que? Prada, Dolce & Gabbana, gourmet Body that I gotta have a lotta, sorbet Grappa, topped with drops of vodka, puree Stop that, drop those, enough of all the foreplay Skirt is on the floor and she's standing in the doorway Blue eyes look like she landed outta Norway Clothes are her weakness, wearing 'em's not her forte Four more weeks and we're bound to have a four-way I just pulled a hat trick, what's great about your day? (hooray!) My rhymes are such a delight Verses are so wordy but don't worry they're nothing to write! And I think that I'm f**ing tonight Two of my greatest hits, yeah they gave me the coupling rights Cause when the other one comes in the door And sees this one on all fours, her jaw just slumps to the floor And screams, "What is this for? Don't you love me no more?" I'll say, "This is for us babe, let's double up on this who*e" (okay) [She's] got an a** like a clementine You can put her in a co*ktail with lemon/lime And you wanna know what works every time To get her to really reach Nirvana? Nevermind Cause she won't let me leave if I weave in and out And make her come twenty-seven times Suddenly she let me hit it from the front From the top, from the bottom, from both sides, then behind When I sling a track, back up! It's like a rental, when you bring it back you better press rewind I don't sing I rap, and swing attacks backhanded, then I spill Navagnaes really made a mess this time [Chorus] Blackout You like that?