Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Avoiding Mirrors, artist - Krizz Kaliko. Album song Legend, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.09.2020
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Avoiding Mirrors |
| Now check out that big old boy |
| He don’t really think we do, we got options |
| But a lot to pop and stop stopping, just watch 'em |
| He’s a lot to watch, he probably didn’t block 'em |
| Never did take my shirt off in public, think he never had a girl |
| Then he’d jerk off and love it, eating ice cream |
| I been nightly eating my Cheez Whiz |
| You ain’t got all the answers |
| Sway got to fit a bit or pick the chicks to get with |
| Spit quick and I’m fat with a big dick |
| No neck and I never had a picknic |
| Treat 'em like a prostitute like I’m Slick Rick |
| Pig |
| I don’t be pigging out with sis away from me |
| I cut his liver out just get away from me |
| You ain’t got nothing to say to me |
| Think that you cut me and I’ll bleed out gravy |
| It’s crazy the way that they view you |
| You think you sexy and flexing and they see right through you |
| Don’t look in the mirror, now do you? |
| Cause what you see ain’t what you pulled up in |
| I go «Boy I’m thick» |
| Think I’m a pig in a wig while I’m digging your bitch |
| If I start I don’t quit |
| You gon' be seeing her leaving and she screaming «Aye Krizz» |
| Yeah, fat boy lit, talk shit |
| I don’t politic with dudes |
| Eat your food, swallow it |
| I don’t care about your blue checks |
| I don’t follow it |
| And I came before the mess |
| Cause it ain’t 'bout modeling |
| Watch out |
| I’m already dead |
| Somebody try to kill me put the bullets in the bread |
| I ate it up |
| I’m already cold |
| Somebody told me no fingers in the sugar bowl |
| I ate it up |
| Watch what you say |
| Watch what you say |
| Watch what you say |
| I’m all fucked up, aye |
| Fuck the calculator that’s counting all of the carbs |
| My counselor said to stop cause it’s bound to fuck with my heart |
| I just had a Big Mac, now I’m downing it with a pop |
| No one knows if I don’t get no sodium, that’s withdrawal |
| I’m a fat fuck |
| I need mayonnaise in a major way |
| Always keep a couple bags of chips on layaway |
| Lost a bunch of weight cause I ate no food |
| Now it’s all coming back like deja vu |
| I hate the fucking mirror and it hates me too |
| But I’m blessed motherfucker, I should say achoo |
| Every buffet lineup, I’m the first they feed |
| Hurts to breath, worst you see when I merk the beat |
| Every Thanksgiving they calling me Turkules |
| That bad, I need lap band surgery |
| I’m always going for seconds like certainly |
| And every time I leave the crib I bring desert with me |
| The fuck is against you |
| I can’t seem to kick it |
| I’m so fucking fooled that I can’t clean the dishes |
| I swear to God being this fat’s my religion |
| I get off the stage and go back in the kitchen |
| Like fuck diabetes I have all the symptoms |
| Well put down the burgers |
| I can’t they’re delicious |
| I tuck in my gut when they asking for pictures |
| So shorty come over, we’re having a picknic |
| I’m fucking over it |
| Yeah, fat boy lit, talk shit |
| I don’t politic with dudes |
| Eat your food, swallow it |
| I don’t care about your blue checks |
| I don’t follow it |
| And I came before the mess |
| Cause it ain’t 'bout modeling |
| Watch out |
| I’m already dead |
| Somebody try to kill me put the bullets in the bread |
| I ate it up |
| I’m already cold |
| Somebody told me no fingers in the sugar bowl |
| I ate it up |
| Watch what you say |
| Watch what you say |
| Watch what you say |
| I’m all fucked up, aye |
| Aye, bloodshot, you can tell I’m lit |
| You probably think because I’m fat I smell like shit |
| You probably think because I’m big my bitch ain’t bad |
| Found out she is, now bitch, your bitchass mad, oh |
| I bet you think you digging for gold |
| Nah bitch cause the sheriff spit shivering cold |
| So froze you would think I spit the shit in the snow |
| On top of that, you should know I’ma hit it and go |
| I’m really smooth, mix me with your ridicule |
| Eat a bag of edibles, bitch that’s what I’m finna do |
| I’m all firing up, this shit is killing you |
| A fat boy but I swing dick like I’m a skinny dude |
| Give me some pizza and I’m fucking it up |
| Outside the club getting my dick sucked in a truck |
| Light girls with a thin waist and junk in the trunk |
| And I like my Waffle House smelling covered in chuck |
| Fucking hourglass-shaped models, bottle full of sand man |
| Meanwhile you fucking a fat girl and a grandam |
| Three girls hit me popping pussy on a handstand |
| And I’m taking all three home, that’s a grand slam |
| Yeah, fat boy lit, talk shit |
| I don’t politic with dudes |
| Eat your food, swallow it |
| I don’t care about your blue checks |
| I don’t follow it |
| And I came before the mess |
| Cause it ain’t 'bout modeling |
| Watch out |
| I’m already dead |
| Somebody try to kill me put the bullets in the bread |
| I ate it up |
| I’m already cold |
| Somebody told me no fingers in the sugar bowl |
| I ate it up |
| Watch what you say |
| Watch what you say |
| Watch what you say |
| I’m all fucked up, aye |