Naughty Lyrics – Paint The Rapper
Singer: Paint The Rapper
Title: Naughty
Brothers in the hood every f#cking day
Thinking that we good but then the dirty ye
Kills another f#cking dude and we barely getting paid
Now we gotta make a song, and try to turn a page
Sitting in the van wondering when we make a band, if we eating or we just at a stand with the pressure and the mental, give it a second
Or get a helping hand, try to use a utensil but it fell in the frying pan
When you try to scramble
Two dozen f#ckin’ duck eggs in the ovеn, cause a ruckus in the farmhouse and i gotta start a bussin, if i wasn’t on a budgеt than i woulda bought something less than not expensive, like, not the lesser oppressed competitor fed up with some sus cutlery, a phone luxury, think its funny, see its like a monkeys fist eating on his second wish for the second week, succulent disease, coming back like Marshall Mathers on revival, now its on repeat
Slash slash slash slash slash
Time to open up a can of beans with some words, like its all your worth. Here’s your supper, please take it to your room but first, clean up daddy’s spoon with your shirt, with the drool from your words you dont know how to use, ‘cept to curse. Yeah you a fool. Course you were born on earth while I’m from neptune, we dont learn the same words. had to practice fore a day just to write a blurb, but now i wrote a verse, and im coming for your worth, like
Better hide them diamonds
Dont leave em in your safe
Because i will be inside it
Like v#gina for a day
Taking wide all up and raw, like poppy in my papes, or poppy in the field, whats the yield on a hundred plants?
Got the plug, make some plans
Got some friends, make amends. Tell em let the money rain and we can get to better wealth. Thinking bout a housing stance with some flowers and a fence, Want a f#cking koi pond that cost about a hundred grand !
Yeah i gotta get a mansh, at least a ranch my mannerism feeling bland without victorianna in it
I like the spires, my desires kinda large like
Monster spiders, give me legs , 8 kegs then
I can trap a fly with a swatter
Tell my momma caught a bee with some butter, bring it home in my hands and got em all stung up
Was a little strung out from the cut, then the sun up filled my cup up, half full. Where my brothers?
Pass the bowl, lets rejoice. Come on f#ckers make some noise. Feelin like a beat speaker going hard without the boys, but im still dancing with a little up in my step, i been slept on, but the alarm about to smash
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