Letra de Fish Meat
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Featuring Prodigy
(Verse)
(Verse)
The black plastic – I never leave home without it
American Express my thoughts and anger
Only disgusting beats, I up chucks, I’m real real sick
When it come to rap, this I shit
Just listen to this sound, this shit is hypnotic
Outside of this hip-hop you not no monster
I got a rush D gem star, that’ll open up yo face
Like fish meat you real real soft
I walk off, pullin a joint real real calm
My shook put is shot in yo ass, chu chu no
Fuck around, hit a artery, I killed Paul
He liked how I’m scarred, I’m poking no laws
Chinchilla blanket, pretty little scarlet
Pullin on a cone, take a little breather
We fuckin like animals and livin the life you only dream of
(Verse)
Here’s a monster,
Urban essence my call, that’s word to my sponsor
Lay on the floor, here’s the glitch, we the generals
Fresh to death, flatline a rat in a blink
Cometic link, catholic bring a bag of those Benjis
Crime family rap, denjy and dirty
My killas strain hard like athletes
I used to bag birdies, bare hands – powder my paws
Absorbing the high and the reason my mind is dirty
Remember Juan, Don, Julio
Move, the motor’s runnin
Cheese slices, studio full, this stuff phenomenal
Bombing you with Hannibal spits, my nautical shift
Suitin off audible clips, it’s the Dynasty
Fire one round clique, mashin on yo minor league
Cheeseburger and fries, supersize me
Tasmanian manie, millionaire flex with the hatin and paintin
You really some fuckin crazy
(Verse)
Passport poetry, fiery diary
Words, so where’s the truth?
Polygamy guarding variety
Max the ministry, mock the mackin
Cure of swackin
You can blame it on the Nautica fashion
Go against this animalistic, twisted
From studying doctor York to fuckin a mistress
Keep yo distance, door stoch your 3rd eye surgically
Jump shot from bird’s eye 33
Masonic degree, green in the frontal leaf
Put green in my bank account constantly
Make magic, disappeared and reappeared graphic
And fuck up the beat – something tragic
See the blue still rising in the air
You want Dusty Roads wrestling with raps
Rick Flare the champ, the chain
Throw a rag on your waves
Cut kidneys, basically I’m nice with a blaze
American Express my thoughts and anger
Only disgusting beats, I up chucks, I’m real real sick
When it come to rap, this I shit
Just listen to this sound, this shit is hypnotic
Outside of this hip-hop you not no monster
I got a rush D gem star, that’ll open up yo face
Like fish meat you real real soft
I walk off, pullin a joint real real calm
My shook put is shot in yo ass, chu chu no
Fuck around, hit a artery, I killed Paul
He liked how I’m scarred, I’m poking no laws
Chinchilla blanket, pretty little scarlet
Pullin on a cone, take a little breather
We fuckin like animals and livin the life you only dream of
(Verse)
Here’s a monster,
Urban essence my call, that’s word to my sponsor
Lay on the floor, here’s the glitch, we the generals
Fresh to death, flatline a rat in a blink
Cometic link, catholic bring a bag of those Benjis
Crime family rap, denjy and dirty
My killas strain hard like athletes
I used to bag birdies, bare hands – powder my paws
Absorbing the high and the reason my mind is dirty
Remember Juan, Don, Julio
Move, the motor’s runnin
Cheese slices, studio full, this stuff phenomenal
Bombing you with Hannibal spits, my nautical shift
Suitin off audible clips, it’s the Dynasty
Fire one round clique, mashin on yo minor league
Cheeseburger and fries, supersize me
Tasmanian manie, millionaire flex with the hatin and paintin
You really some fuckin crazy
(Verse)
Passport poetry, fiery diary
Words, so where’s the truth?
Polygamy guarding variety
Max the ministry, mock the mackin
Cure of swackin
You can blame it on the Nautica fashion
Go against this animalistic, twisted
From studying doctor York to fuckin a mistress
Keep yo distance, door stoch your 3rd eye surgically
Jump shot from bird’s eye 33
Masonic degree, green in the frontal leaf
Put green in my bank account constantly
Make magic, disappeared and reappeared graphic
And fuck up the beat – something tragic
See the blue still rising in the air
You want Dusty Roads wrestling with raps
Rick Flare the champ, the chain
Throw a rag on your waves
Cut kidneys, basically I’m nice with a blaze
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