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SIDESHOW – Vrrydrrty_2 lyrics
[Verse 1]
He’s an alien, no predator
He’s a monster but he can’t
Get under the bed or nothing
I be eating on the bee’s munchin
Breaking down molecular
I’m revvin’ her
I put that dick all in her jugular
I’m smoking on something
Make me myself competitor
It flow heaven sent like
He be signed to god or something
I’m signed to god or something
[Verse 2]
In New York, no I don’t milly rock
I just pop Oxycontin
In your hood I feel like Tracy Morgan
Let that 30 Rock
I ain’t never on the clean
Pistol on me, dirty Glocks
And I ain’t never met a good pig
I just see dirty cops
Every time I meet a good girl
I gotta break her heart
And every time I see the white folks
Across the street they walk
Young bob I double cross
This is street bob, partner
And a brand new pair of sneakers
From my Reebok sponsors
[Verse 3]
We had to steer the ship
I feel it when they say they love me
I’m just hearing hits
We don’t prepare to miss
I made a ski mask out the skull
Yeah it’s my year to win
This year my year of bliss
Give me feedback when it’s ugly though
Prepare the ground
Was better made for it
Trauma from the rainstorm
That’s how I got the name Scorching
That’s not the same torch
That’s what I’m made for
Profit in the same morning
Hit me ‘till your cake sore
Fingers tryna take portion
I can never fake fortune
He’s an alien, no predator
He’s a monster but he can’t
Get under the bed or nothing
I be eating on the bee’s munchin
Breaking down molecular
I’m revvin’ her
I put that dick all in her jugular
I’m smoking on something
Make me myself competitor
It flow heaven sent like
He be signed to god or something
I’m signed to god or something
[Verse 2]
In New York, no I don’t milly rock
I just pop Oxycontin
In your hood I feel like Tracy Morgan
Let that 30 Rock
I ain’t never on the clean
Pistol on me, dirty Glocks
And I ain’t never met a good pig
I just see dirty cops
Every time I meet a good girl
I gotta break her heart
And every time I see the white folks
Across the street they walk
Young bob I double cross
This is street bob, partner
And a brand new pair of sneakers
From my Reebok sponsors
[Verse 3]
We had to steer the ship
I feel it when they say they love me
I’m just hearing hits
We don’t prepare to miss
I made a ski mask out the skull
Yeah it’s my year to win
This year my year of bliss
Give me feedback when it’s ugly though
Prepare the ground
Was better made for it
Trauma from the rainstorm
That’s how I got the name Scorching
That’s not the same torch
That’s what I’m made for
Profit in the same morning
Hit me ‘till your cake sore
Fingers tryna take portion
I can never fake fortune
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