Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Salma Hayek , by - ATMOSPHERE. Release date: 25.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Salma Hayek |
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| I’m Joe Piscopo |
| I’m an original |
| But the kids don’t know |
| I was spitting flows before flip phones |
| Back when it wasn’t cool to rap about sniffing coke |
| And you right |
| It might be a shit show |
| But you ain’t fuckin with this, bro |
| Your WiFi got no signal |
| Fefe sucking on my biggest toe |
| And now I’m all up in her money in the middle |
| And I don’t even have to disrobe |
| I keep my boxers on and use the dick hole |
| Roll the window down and feel the wind blow |
| Mama in the back of the Honda |
| Getting hot as a disco |
| I’m sicker than a goldfish |
| Swimming in a fishbowl full of Crisco |
| Yo, it’s officially official |
| You better get your tickets if we hitting your zip code |
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| I’m Salma Hayek |
| On the Mississippi River in a stolen kayak |
| Live fast like my life’s in a timelapse |
| I’m so fly, I’m attracted to fly traps |
| Get your mind out the trash |
| Or at least you should line it with a bag |
| Tie it up to keep the lye bacteria gagged |
| To a minimal stack, it’s a fixable flat |
| A sideline will get you sidetracked |
| Put it up if you feel like a blind rat |
| Just trying to climb out of a wine glass |
| We under attack but not allowed to fight back, right? |
| You not about to fight back, right? |
| We might strike combat if it’s time for that |
| After I take my IQ test on this iPad app |
| In the iRock on the way to the IHOP |
| With your high ass |
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| I’m Herbie Hancock |
| I rock it |
| I’m not a prophet |
| I’m not not for profit, nah |
| I don’t stop, I’m the opposite |
| I’m on my Spock shit |
| Trying to live long and prosperous |
| Excuse me for trying to be modest |
| But ooey, I feel kinda marvelous |
| It’s obvious that these socks fit |
| So I’ma stomp around the block |
| Like the goddamn apocalypse |
| Preceded by a stampede |
| Of fire-breathing rhinoceroses |
| The promise of awesomeness |
| Not a problem, it’s no conflict |
| Party on the rock bottom in a lake of toxins |
| And if you ain’t starving, then change the topic |
| Ain’t nothing left to say about it |
| You eating dirt, 'cause you like it |
| And dirt from the graveyard, you put gravy on it |
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| Yeah, go ahead you write it, man |
| Write what’s, go ahead write |
| Why you so defensive? |
| Write whatever you wanna write, man |