Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 64, artist - MellowHype. Album song BlackenedWhite, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.07.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fat Possum
Song language: English
64 |
I never trust faith with my trust funds |
I keep it in a safe place nigga, lump sum |
Camera surveillance a bunch of fucking stun guns |
I’m a snare to the drum, burum-bum-bum |
Her virgin homicide I show her how we drum-a-drum |
She doesn’t come for me, the bitch only say she come for fun |
What’s up hunny bun, wanna feel your tummy rum? |
Rumbling in a ring with pills of fucking numb |
Your system is my fucking dick-dom |
Feel the friction of my children with down syndrome |
I’m rehearsin' for my funeral, triple six are the numerals |
MellowHype musical talking to my wolves like Doolittle |
Think with a migraine like a fucking eye strain |
Drink bottles of champagne on a fucking biplane |
If it doesn’t add up then ask the students my name |
I’m fucking Einstein, I’m sane |
Knock, knock! |
Delivery, I’m the rhetorician |
Body decomposition, rippin' through your rhythms |
I suggest you stop and listen to this non-prescription |
Fuck your contradiction, this my composition |
Leprechaun, hexagon, I transform Decepticon |
Rasputin, I’m half mutant, fucked financial aid, cash students |
I’m too pursuant to over-do shit, super fluent |
My flow is overheated it needs coolin' shit |
Fuck being poor and return to the school and shoot it up |
While I shoot it like a porno bitch with cool whip |
I dive scuba, barracuda, shark water in Cuba |
Chicken head of the sea, but I don’t fuckin' eat tuna |
I sneak her in my room like Puma |
My bedroom’s Jerusalem and I’m Judah, suck on my messiah |
Or die and cry a fire, it’s true, so is the curse of lying |
So is Mrs. Doubtfire, fat bitches and dope beats |
Are what my niggas acquire, if you’re broke, get the cash |
Bitch I’m dope, do the math, triple six sipping through a golden flask |
Salute Mellowhype or Mustard Gas, I ain’t gay but I’m a fuckin' ass |
Knock, knock! |
Delivery, I’m the rhetorician |
Body decomposition, rippin' through your rhythms |
I suggest you stop and listen to this non-prescription |
Fuck your contradiction, here’s my composition |