Lyrics Yago - Cult Mountain, Milkavelli, sumgii

Yago

I pull your card like a croupier, yeah
You’re stupid but I’m stupid-er
Can’t pot a ball but I snooker you
I’m on tilt, limping in one stilt
You don’t like me, but you listen to the song still (ill)
Suckin' titties with a bronze grill
Dr Scott fillin' the prescriptions in for Don Silk (what up Milk?)
I’m the chosen one like a Pokémon
Hashtag «happy», smiley face emoticon (so happy)
I’m sunny runny’s Rich Homie Quan
I don’t give a fuck but your bitch owes me one
I just mosey on, in the clouds watchin'
I know everythin' there is to know about nothin'
Where did all the bubbles in my Coca Cola go?
Je m’appelle;
don’t act like you don’t know me hoe
I don’t ever say shit, now it’s playin' on my conscience (nah it ain’t)
But everybody seems to rate it, even though it’s all nonsense (it's actually
quite smart)
I don’t ever say shit, now it’s playin' on my conscience (philosophical,
conscious rap!)
But everybody seems to rate it, even though it’s all nonsense (idiots)
Yo, I’m cold like minus 20 (yeah)
I like my women aged 25 minus 20
Plus 40, minus 20 (yup)
We’re all gonna die, now’s as good a time as any
Yup, plus there’s nothing I like on telly
You need drugs?
I need twice as many
Then I’ll wash it all down with a pint of Henny
Try snap me without sunnys, keep my face covered like I’m Kenny
I just wanna own a cabin in the woods, with a red neck truck with deer antlers
on the hood
My whole family are thugs
At the school gates tellin' kids «cannabis is good!»
It ain’t personal, I just hate you just because
Splash you with a puddle while you’re waitin' for a bus (splash)
Ain’t nobody catering to us, get my bitch to stomp your face in with some Uggs
Ya feel me?
I don’t ever say shit, now it’s playin' on my conscience (nah it ain’t)
But everybody seems to rate it, even though it’s all nonsense (it's actually
quite smart)
I don’t ever say shit, now it’s playin' on my conscience (philosophical,
conscious rap!)
But everybody seems to rate it, even though it’s all nonsense (is it?)
These pints runnin' through my veins got me over 'laxing
My lord Joey Savage got the holy packet (loud on deck!)
I’m smokin' carrots, doing sofa practice
You should go and do some yoga practice
I’m eatin' potent acid like it’s prophylactic (easy)
Young Slick Rick, I got a patch and a shoulder parrot (squar)
I’ve been known to be overly romantic
Just brought my bitch a bunch of roses and a crack spliff (happy Valentines)
Chronic spliff mo’fucker
Drinkin' Bombay, I’m on the strip mo’fucker (it's gin)
I took a lot of scripts mo’fucker
I’m the definition of off the shits mo’fucker
Polo goose bubble shit mo’fucker
Lookin' like I’m in a comic strip mo’fucker (speech bubble)
Am I the goodie or the villain?
.45 in the trench, you could make a good decision
I don’t ever say shit, now it’s playin' on my conscience (nah it ain’t)
But everybody seems to rate it, even though it’s all nonsense (it's actually
quite smart)
I don’t ever say shit, now it’s playin' on my conscience (philosophical,
conscious rap!)
But everybody seems to rate it, even though it’s all nonsense (is it?)