TYCOON! Lyrics – Prettyboysage
Singer: Prettyboysage
Title: TYCOON!
Hey, where’s rolo?
My neck, wrist, cool like the winter time
She want it all in her mouth like Invisalign
You can not run up on me when I’m with the guys
b#tch I can’t f#ck with you maybe a different time
Keep a hundred on my like a centipede
I’ma log into Hentai Haven
And I’ma tell safari to remember me [Why?
‘Cause you know I’ma come back
Got a b#tch who be rubbing my nut sack
Choppa gay, the way that it bust back
I can never leave a but of evidence
I’ma kill a n#gg# with a thumbtack
Choppa revеrse in time, he run back
n#gg# talking, I’m grabbing thе gun rack
Got the swag, n#gg#s can’t touch that
I’ma shoot a n#gg# in his butt crack
I got the choppa, I got the spickle
Creep down your block, I gotta tiptoe
Run up on me, shoot you in your big toe
When you flush the toilet, where does the sh#t go?
Into the sewer
Smoking on gas, it smell like manure
Watch the way I move and I manoeuvre
I keep a Glock like a school shooter
But, I keep a knife too
More money than a Roblox tycoon
Make a n#gg# spin just like a typhoon
Had a good day, feel like Ice Cube
And I’m making music in my bathroom
n#gg# shut the f#ck up, who asked you?
All of my clothes is black and grey
n#gg#s think I’m looking like a raccoon
A raccoon?
Uh, hot like a chilli pepper
And I’m hot on my feet like a chilli stepper
n#gg# talk, he get popped by a lethal weapon
And I feel like I’m thug with that Danny Glover
No Call of Duty but I am a sniper
b#tch talking crazy ’til I’m finna pipe her
Feel like I’m Sasuke the fire like
Sharks in my money n#gg# like a tiger
I just be going crazy no stopping
Unloading the clip, finna put you in the for the locket
Yeah n#gg# that’s gon’ be some f#cking heat
And she gobble the dick like a parakeet
And I ball on the court like I’m Larry B
And he talk on the internet, you is not scaring me
Thought that lil’ n#gg# missing like where is he?
She listen to all of my music, come hear with me
We finna log a n#gg# like
I thought we was homeless, why the f#ck you shooting me?
Want a bad b#tch, I’m not talking no
How many hoes, you got more, I got like seven
We on his block, with the Glock, MAC-11
She was talking that sh#t now that boy up in heaven
And all these white people they want me arrested
Damn what the f#ck n#gg#?
Pull up with that motherf#cking choppa and it bust n#gg#
Pull up to your crib and now my dick up in her guts n#gg#
Feel like Mike Tyson I don’t cut to fast n#gg#
Gimme the jihad, this sh#t gonna bust n#gg#
PrettyBoy, Kyoto, you know that we up n#gg#
When he hit that, you better duck n#gg#
‘Cause I call it lil’ twin he gon’ bust like a ba ba
When pow pow
Your n#gg# on the engine, they bow wow
Pull out my dick, I told that b#tch to chow chow
Your n#gg#s quiet, ghost town
f#ck all this b#llsh#t, I’m tryna get paper
I’m just tryna f#ck b#tch I really won’t date you
And when I get up talking bad see you later
I get to the green like a mo’f#cking gator
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