Bishop Lamont - T.W.S.S. (feat. Sneakas) | Текст песни

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• Bishop Lamont
• T.W.S.S. (feat. Sneakas)

I’m kinda the reason the people still believe in rappers medium
Even if you need em to consider this evening was teasin easin
These pills mind your peace, accusing abusing
Dope lines, I got resolve in using
This is leaky fosset rap
Once I start spittin I’m feelin
My little New York studio, apartment to the ceiling
You can’t stop me from pinning everything I touch
Not exactly Midas but I might just start to care enough
Ladies and gentlemen, everything’s fine
Everything’s fine, everything’s fine
The kids are alright, they had dinner on time
Dinner on time, dinner on time
This ain’t the bullshit that we feed em
Is where did racker bringin it back to packin
Mackin back in the act, smackin a rapper to back in the facts
It’s a little favor just for you sup on
And give you a taste of the things we grew up on

I spit the hardest, your favorite artist
I come the hardest, that’s what you say
Said I’m good looking, foreign from Brooklyn
Cause I’m so big, that’s what she said
Uh you so deep, your lyrics are crazy
I really feel it, that’s what she said
That’s what she said, that’s what she said
That’s what she said, that’s what she said

Take me where I ain’t never been and there ain’t very hard to find
Like where the wild things are, my style is so bizarre
Yea I know I got you open like a door is a jar
And in the jar was sticky pain from the dispensary
Pristine, my jeans are clean, I mean neatly
And the roof is future blew in the face just like the beast
And my Timberlands were stomping like my niggas on the east
We all codies to the god, peace to the queen
But my tux is fully laced, that later place where I’ll be doing my thing
I say my grace for eat apples like an appetizer
Bitch they off my naked here, take somewhere the sanitizer
So analyze the vandalizer that’ll brutalize ya
Rank is an abused rapper like I was your supervisor
I smoke my BD’s like blowin CD’s about my window
Can see these rappers fuckin up my yellows
I need a Q tip, fuck on Alicia Noby
So I can find a way so I can finish up my story
On the world tour, with Sneakas my man
Fuckin each and every bitch with my dick in my hand

I spit the hardest, your favorite artist
I come the hardest, that’s what you say
Said I’m good looking, foreign from Brooklyn
Cause I’m so big, that’s what she said
Uh you so deep, your lyrics are crazy
I really feel it, that’s what she said
That’s what she said, that’s what she said
That’s what she said, that’s what she said

Yo I mean I’m tryna tell ya man, that’s what she said
She fuckin lyin
She did not lie
She promised!
That bitch is a crackhead
That bitch is not exactly that’s my best friend you’re talkin about
You know what? That’s not even a bitch, that’s a shim, that’s a tranny bitch
That is not a shim
Her Adam’s apple was so small
That’s what she said
That is what she said
Whatever, I’m just telling you
I’m your friend
I’m your friend, I’m not gonna lie to you
I’m your friend, you paid for her
I didn’t know the bitch was a tranny
I didn’t know she’s a shim
You could’ve said
But what did he tell you?
I mean what did he say?
She said her name was Joy
No, that’s what he said
That uh, that’s the agreement
(That’s what she said, that’s what she said)
We’re good
That’s what she said
Yea
Uh uh and the best album of forever.. ever
An Oscar goes to Oscar the chef

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