Psycho Slee: "you whaddup baby, SludgeWorld shit. SAD AS FUCK back again boy! Let's get it!
This beat is fuckin' psycho!!
[verse 1]
(geothekitten)
Bitch I'm manic I can't tell you how I feel
Bitch I'm xannin' I can't tell you how I feel
Ay, I fuck her in the thighs, might just pass up on the pussy
Shorty actin like I didn't put her in some Stussy
Hairline fracture, hurt my wrist whippin' the bowl
You know I'm front row when you be slidin' down that pole
Niggas cuttin dope with bleach, I serve it to ya whole
Baby let's go shopping I'll hold all your fuckin clothes
She a fuckin prize I must've won her at the fair
Don't ya know it's Watanabe on your derrier
Poured a splash of quali in a fuckin Perrier
Ay, ay, ay
[Chorus]
(x2)
(geothekitten & Psycho Slee)
Hеart shaped glasses on my bitch and she lovеly
Heart shaped glasses on my bitch and she lovely
Got a Birkin bag and she gon fill it with onions
Marc Jacobs lipstick on her, damn she look yummy
[verse 2]
(Psycho Slee)
Who the fuck put the weed away
I been chiefing on that wedding cake
Cannibal, I eat the fakes and I beat your breaks
(?)
On the same day, at the same time
If you hear a weak beat then it ain't mine
Better duck low cuz we aim high
We gon blow up like we stepped on a landmine
I got the drip the liquors my addiction
I got a hook and a line, I guess I'm going fishing
Truly I'm solid with the bars, no conviction
Surprise or desmise is my prediction
My brain is foggy, I'm hungover get up off me
Better I spit a verse I'm gonna need a cup of coffee
You may die hard, I don't kill 'em softly
I'll send you down under just so you can chill with the Aussies
This beat is fuckin' psycho!!
[verse 1]
(geothekitten)
Bitch I'm manic I can't tell you how I feel
Bitch I'm xannin' I can't tell you how I feel
Ay, I fuck her in the thighs, might just pass up on the pussy
Shorty actin like I didn't put her in some Stussy
Hairline fracture, hurt my wrist whippin' the bowl
You know I'm front row when you be slidin' down that pole
Niggas cuttin dope with bleach, I serve it to ya whole
Baby let's go shopping I'll hold all your fuckin clothes
She a fuckin prize I must've won her at the fair
Don't ya know it's Watanabe on your derrier
Poured a splash of quali in a fuckin Perrier
Ay, ay, ay
[Chorus]
(x2)
(geothekitten & Psycho Slee)
Hеart shaped glasses on my bitch and she lovеly
Heart shaped glasses on my bitch and she lovely
Got a Birkin bag and she gon fill it with onions
Marc Jacobs lipstick on her, damn she look yummy
[verse 2]
(Psycho Slee)
Who the fuck put the weed away
I been chiefing on that wedding cake
Cannibal, I eat the fakes and I beat your breaks
(?)
On the same day, at the same time
If you hear a weak beat then it ain't mine
Better duck low cuz we aim high
We gon blow up like we stepped on a landmine
I got the drip the liquors my addiction
I got a hook and a line, I guess I'm going fishing
Truly I'm solid with the bars, no conviction
Surprise or desmise is my prediction
My brain is foggy, I'm hungover get up off me
Better I spit a verse I'm gonna need a cup of coffee
You may die hard, I don't kill 'em softly
I'll send you down under just so you can chill with the Aussies
( SAD AS FUCK )
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