Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reduct, artist - Cult Mountain. Album song Cult Mountain, Pt. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dvlgng
Song language: English
Reduct |
| Leaky-leaks that’s my twin brother |
| Like fuck a whip, I got the bitch with the big bumper (skrr) |
| She got the fatty like the whip’s Hummer |
| She got the fatty, but I still let her friend suck my dick while I tit fuck her |
| I’m like a skinny, white Big Poppa |
| Bob London, I’ve been a pill popper |
| Skum with a «K», that’s for life Lee |
| Have you ever fuckin' pissed on a bitch cause you love her? |
| Yeah, I tick that box (tick tick) |
| You don’t have a clue the freaky shit I did as a younger |
| I keep my hoodie up in the middle of summer |
| I got scripts on deck, I’ve been trickin' the doctor |
| On a five drug minimum, feelin' like I’m winnin' an Oscar |
| But really I’m just trippin' with Oscar |
| Huh… I’ll give a bitch dick but won’t give her my number |
| I said I’ll give your bitch dick but won’t give her my number |
| So you better know that 616 is the number, motherfucker (sweg) |
| Shit, my neck’s feelin' cold ain’t it winter or nothin' |
| It’s that 456 in the mix |
| I’ve played ce-lo for big figures with big figures in TOPRA |
| Shouts to Miss Proper, I’m missing you proper |
| This long distance shit’s got me livin' improper |
| I’m in the mansion with the mob |
| But, we don’t listen to opera |
| I went to Arizona just to visit my little brother |
| He on his Pretty Flacko shit grippin' the chopper |
| My red Helly Hansen put the heli in copter |
| Russian blood put me on a drip and it’s vodka |
| Got sucker punched like a bitch by a boxer |
| Then rock me, pull the blade out, watched him sprint like an Olympian runner |
| Huh… I’ll give a bitch dick but won’t give her my number |
| I said I’ll give your bitch dick but won’t give her my number |
| So you better know that 616 is my number, mother-- |
| Hip-hop died of boredom, this is a time of mourning |
| Rappers copy off me like I’m yawning |
| Fuck a pacifist, bitch, I’m tryna keep the beef alive like an animal rights |
| activist |
| I make it sound easy, cause it is |
| Fuck the biz, sniffing bath salts cut with whizz |
| And fuck you for what it’s worth |
| I’m the motherfuckin' man, like Papa Smurf |
| This is heartfelt, philosophical, conscious rap |
| I put Schrodinger in a box, and adopt his cat |
| Blah jar on me cap but I don’t tip it though |
| Gigolo, and just because it rhymes with bitch and hoe |
| I leave your wife howlin' |
| Let me text pH level sweg 9000, abandon ship |
| My moral compass is on some Bermuda Triangle shit |
| Lookin' at a wide angle picture of my mind as I trip |
| Through space and time, why you stayin' live? |
| My spirit animal is a high horse |
| When I interrupt ya, that’s the intervention of a divine force |
| The team’s rare like clean air |
| On Cult Mountain skiing in beach wear with bleached hair |
| Ralph on my bed and I’m sweggin' |
| Droppin' knowledge like Miss Teen USA 2007 |
| Huh… I’ll give a bitch dick but won’t give her the number |
| I said I’ll give your bitch dick but won’t give her the number |
| She best believe 616 is the number, motherfucker |
| Yo, rain thunder |
| I bring the storm ??? |
| I hate the summer cause of Wayne Wonder |
| Me and Satan go the same number (bring it bitch!) |
| Last night I smoked crack and became younger |
| That was one for the books |
| I’d like to read between the lines but I ain’t one for the books |
| Dressed in all white, we’re at one with the doves |
| Now everybody wants to be us (616 DVL Gang Cult Sweg Mafia) |
| I’mma keep it 3 hunna, like 300 (bang bang) |
| You dumb we dumber, that’s just the way it is |
| I put the «K» in «Swiss» |
| Catch me fuckin' Amber Rose on an eighth of whizz |
| Shit, I think I must be dreamin' |
| Keep it stum like Buster Keaton |
| DVL Gang, middle finger to the God Squad (fuck 'em!) |
| GoldenEye multiplayer I was Oddjob (me too, me three) |