Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Wanna Be the Superbug When I Grow Up, artist - $ILKMONEY. Date of issue: 19.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Wanna Be the Superbug When I Grow Up |
| Popped out on a nigga like the Hell Date midget |
| Then wash my feet in the river with 90 proof liquor until it kill the fish that |
| were swimmin' in it |
| Dry my souls with Chanel linens as I cry my soul will be |
| Hell’s Kitchen, a Cunio with a unique low, hittin' scale limits |
| Want nothin' good, but the good riddance, get it? |
| Cig lit it infant like Camel crushes in them fictions |
| Stand with us and get in it and get sticked with the tip of ice picks or picket |
| fences |
| Hid the brick in the credenza next to cinnamon tinted lenses with mahogany |
| frames suspended |
| PS1 18 district I’m the man hanging with pigeons |
| I probably came with a vengeance but I just can’t remember |
| Shit it could be dangerous in this shit so I came with a range of some missiles |
| Gang of different ranges of bitches and all 'em equipped with pistols with |
| spangled glimmers as I explain |
| You get tangled up in it |
| Rearrange then get changed to a train to move quicker |
| It’s the difference you niggas don’t rap well, you just rap fast |
| Crazy how a nigga look like Maxwell with these rubber gloves and black Glad |
| trash bags |
| Hid the bodies in the same spot we hid the cash at |
| Pretendin' airplanes in the night sky was our flight but it was the one |
| droppin' bombs over Baghdad |
| Contaminate the pipes and go wash your ass with a water bottle, get a populous |
| Yellow food for mosquitoes, now we all survivors |
| Traded two eights for the .38 to my partner |
| Outside the Costco this bomb I got from Obama so special, I called it Roscoe |
| Shit nigga, your affidavit? |
| The matrix made it |
| It was your chance at escapin' and you, just didn’t take it |
| And the shame is you just would’ve made it the |
| Musical blunt and it’s safe to say that you should face it |
| So close to the, forbidden fruits of my labor I can almost taste it |