Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend
Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,
"listen to the track bitch!" echoes
Milk mustache and a bloody nose
Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free
I milk this game like udders, kill these faggots utterly.
I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal
Rather die making money than live poor and legal
Cause she sees n believes im so damn slick/make the girl quake from my milk shake
But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make
As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep
Powdered milk, that's how it feels, we need somethin' to eat,
Although i’m in the land of milk and honey
They giving pounds and that before get the money
One thing that you niggas must acknowledge, i beat beats like a tantrum scottish kilt
Got up the in the morning walked up to the mall to get some cereal and milk
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >