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lirik lagu kid sleepy - yeah suck face

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(kid sleepy)
over there into her underwear, yo, stop indulging (nope)
matt lauer’s swollen p-n-s, that’s emotionless
all i want is more wattage and voltage, and a wrench
type appendage for stanzas and verses

curses and quests, johnny, bad -ss bandit (and a)
half polished panda, born under red planet
commanded persephone to plant a pomegranate
in a gambit to bandage such sad stranded language

famished, no two quarters stacked to build a moat
anguished, no five bucks to give indians to float
banged it, dope, til i was rubbing two sticks
sparking fires to smoke cigarettes found in the streets

betcha can’t sit, withdraw, empires fall
refill that prescrip’ from doctor last call (be right back…)
awkward people gamble with mobsters who smile
wants to sniff her cognac, brandy, carlile

the art style? arshile, soft smile, gorky
more please, expressionist five finger two forties
wh0r- thieves mention this torpedo accident
rhyme scheme fact it is the best so rap with this

praying mantis with jowl rich generous answers
venerate those circ-mstances y’all’er lost in atlantis
flow anti-pedantic, god d-mnit build levees
rhythm hard rock, jettis, rhymes thicc, two c’s

(chorus)
sliding into third base, ump said you’re safe
pitch below the waste and i’ll steal home plate
biding time impediments don’t get in my way
yeah… suck face

(optimus rhyme)
in there like swimwear, y’all think tim care
not quite i got pot to light
cause you got to fight for your right to celebrate
open up your minds, get high, and elevate

you can’t antic-p-te how i incinerated the cityscape
make the t-tties shake, in all 50 states
step off the plane walk through the gate
trimmed up stash looking fresh on my face

gotta fly out, rock the show
they call me patty cake baker man, i’m making dough
hustle milk, smooth as silk, flowing through my veins
on the highway hundred twenty miles per hour switching lanes

got inner initiative, a’int asking for permission
a’int a chance we care what the lames think
only came here to dance and drink
smoke a few blunts and represent

if a honey bee on my lap, birds, it’s heaven sent
popping out on the scene like some true -ss g’s
cool -ss st–z, and a bag of trees
to combust this, you can trust

i’m back to stack g’s and give zero f-cks
rough and tough with the fire herb
i come out with guns blazing wyatt erp
tricomes, crystals, redhairs, terps


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