Lyrics Hellraiser - Denver, Wolfman Longarm

Hellraiser

Pardon me partner
Never parched, neck water
She wasn’t fucking with my vision
Now she pissed I’m flying charter
Boy you hardly a Carter
I’m Jay plus Wayne but harder
That liquor take the pain away
So I sip it like water
Like Aquafina
My bitch pretty, she keep pistol on her
Tiny Tina
And I ain’t stingy with the green
She like how I treat her
Caught me geeked up off that lean
She thought I done cleaned up
I ain’t cleaned up, I ain’t cleaned up
I ain’t no housekeeper
I’m like House MD with the ecstasy
You can’t keep up
Your bitch already gave that pussy to me
You can keep her
Most of y’all rapping through a can with a string
Man, you can keep it
It’s no secret
It’s no secret
That I’m lowly speaking
Poke you with the bayonet
And leave you slowly leaking
Gucci shoulder bag to hold my racks
And loaded pieces
You get folded, hope your pink suit got no creases
Feel like 1852 how I’m gold seeking
Debt collect, recollect
Speaking in tongues my dialect
Debt collect, recollect
Speaking in tongues just for effect
I told you million times before
We make it rain, we make it pour
I rep South Wales that’s what it’s for
I’ve got it all but want some more
Work behind the curtains
I don’t care for limelights
Got the women looking
Man look like a fine dime
Doozies make me feel so woozy
Need a slight high
When I’m on the stage
Get ready cause it’s prime time
I’ve been on the work
Til my hands hurt
Girl I’m in the dirt
Ain’t got time to flirt
Skrrt right on to first
Put that on my shirt
KVL, I’m turnt
Flamed up like I’m burnt
I got the moves
Out of bed, no time to hit on the snooze
Fucked up on booze
Man going bare feet
Can’t fit in no shoes
Do what I do
Follow the vibe
Cause I bring in the loot
Too big for your boots
You’re looking down on me
Cause I am the root
Where’s Obi?
I need Toppin
You be the Joker, I’ll be Robin
I got a hoe in the back, she slobbering
Ain’t no holding me back, no stopping
I’ll hit ya toe with a tag, go home in a bag
You don’t know where I’m at, I’m silent
Put a new hole in your ass, bullet holes in the glass
In your four door Chevy Impala
In the scope, no I didn’t choke
Picture this, your throat, filled with coke
You’re a duffel bag to me, your bitch a coat
A winter throw
Yeah she give me neck I’m warming up her throat
You didn’t know?
I’m ahead of you
I’m Jimmy Iovine you’re Interscope
Could never slumber, see no sleep I’m god of thunder, I
Have seen the tundra, God fears me, you probably wonder why
The second coming, he was summoned, looked me in my eye
He put me on a crucifix, I said let’s fucking ride
Debt collect, recollect
Speaking in tongues my dialect
Debt collect, recollect
Speaking in tongues just for effect
I told you million times before
We make it rain, we make it pour
I rep South Wales that’s what it’s for
I’ve got it all but want some more
Man these bitches they ain’t really tryna dance
They just be after all my motherfuckin' bands
All these dudes they don’t wanna be my fucking friends
Pardon my French but you boys bout to surrender like France
She just wanna get a couple racks from me, on God
I give her hard dick, not a cent, then watch her leave
They talking big shit but I don’t wanna get involved
I swear to God, all I do is fucking achieve
It’s time to make for the chosen ones
Flow is so cold that we froze the sun
But the bars so hot, we raise hell on earth
You best watch your thot, cause she giving birth
To my babies, no I’m not claiming
But never plan b’ing, stuck with plan a and
Winning with the team and, fueled by the hating
This just the beginning, know what I’m saying
Bitch