lazy boy (Explicit)歌词-pRohphet&RIDDLE&H4rry-笨小笨

lazy boy (Explicit)歌词由pRohphet&RIDDLE&H4rry演唱，出自专辑《Along Came The Prohphet (Explicit)》，下面是《lazy boy (Explicit)》完整版歌词！

lazy boy (Explicit)歌词

lazy boy (Explicit)歌词完整版

Top of the morning

Feeling awesome

I’m just a lazy boy

This autumn

Count up the money

Got no problems

They want my babies

Shit, no condoms

Fighting my way

To the top

Man, stardom

Rolling in paper

And then you just

flaunt em

Stick out your tongue

And then you just

taunt em

Sit on my throne

And I just

ignore them

this is the sound that you people deserve

sit in the corner

I’m going bezerk

watching these haters

just fuck up the words

I’m coming with vengeance

I’m building my worth

take a step back

these bitches absurd

stray sheep

don’t fuck with your herd

y’all act cheap

cause your vision is blurred

pull out the 40s

call my pack

shoutout the homies

got my back

these bitches so notty

got me trapped

so many warnings

I stay strapped

Mothers be mourning

bodies wrapped

Their sons in a coffin

Play it back

Mistakes from the past

Cant play it back.

Top of the morning

Feeling awesome

I’m just a lazy boy

This autumn

Count up the money

Got no problems

They want my babies

Shit, no condoms

Fighting my way

To the top

Man, stardom

Rolling in paper

And then you just

flaunt em

Stick out your tongue

And then you just

taunt em

Sit on my throne

And I just

ignore them

HARRY

Feelin the pressure, still i be snapping with minimum effort, i listen to beats and i kill em in minutes, as real as they comin, boy this ain't no gimmick, know what im feelin I'm raising my ceiling, im testing my limits as long as im breathing, we always go hard no this not a scrimmage, get lost in these bars like it was a prison

Switch up the flow on you hoes for no reason,

Ice cold, got these bitches freezin

Psycho, little bit deceiving

Still i always be appealing

Back to back to back i snap on tracks

Bitch im strapped with gats, I'll cap yo ass so fast

If you yap ill zap and blast your bastard ass

And attack you with these master gangster raps

Best believe i got the recipe to cook lyrics

But you ain't heard the best of me bitch im stressin gotta figure out how to jot my true feelings so i can be a true legend, spew venom like the mamba, rest in peace

If you step to me i respectfully gotta warn you that i ain't got no empathy

I'll cut your balls off like a damn vasectomy, bitch

RIDDLE

No degree but making money

Our education was a big hoax

I sold drugs I did this

From a young age I’ve been that

I played cards with my college fees

Poker face like bin laden

I did win a lotta cash dominant

Figured out them money games I meditate on percocets

I was cooking epiphany learn my hustle from the best while making a packet of past-ah while you be chilling with snakes I feel like a pastor fit in a casket

All you brown boys been talking all that gang shit

Have you ever seen raw blood

blood in my hands

Blood on my shoes

Split that brown boys face into two

Disfigured the face that fucked with my ego

Sinister mind so I put a heat show

Boom boom pow pow call it finito

12 in the night hear ring ring

Knock knock on the door like shiiiiii

Mama looking out through the peep hole

Crying out loud like the popos here