b.o.dubz - senile (freeverse) lyrics
“senile” (freeverse) by b.o.dubz
swisher sweets got a n-gga
turnin up the beat
bow down to a king man all we do is eat
k!ller when we meet
may they rest in peace
phen to roll out
man i ball out
like the king
catch me in the ring
packed out
manny paqiou
hit me wit the sting
stinger got me filled up
gimme all that energy
tyga got me turnt up
get me all that h-lla weed
n-ggas call me popeye cause
i got that h-lla green
green in ma bong
green in ma lungz
better than you disagree
come along here my songs
hear my lyrics i be spittin off the dome
realest n-gga in yo phone
phone home lil wayne
carter 3
feel the beat
twerk team
let me see you bop the meat
up down let me see you do it to a t
pain in lungz
pain in my game
pain in my veins
rap for my fame
rap for these fans
rap for the lames
where ma real n-ggas at
where ma real n-ggas at
where ma hood b-tches at
somebody tell me
where ma hood b-tches at
they tried to break a n-gga
ill never be a broke n-gga
grindin while im rhymin
p-ss the hookah
now im flyin
got the coupa, looking stupid
fresh to death, n-ggas go to heaven
n-ggas know im shootin clips
filmin out the movie
clip after clip like
im bangin out da uzi
see now, can you see now?
are you senile?
can i bring the heat now
bring the rings now?
back to back
like im gunnin down the scene
now
for a mean while
meanwhile free ma n-gga
c brown
free ma n-gga
c brown
meanwhile free ma n-gga
c brown
free ma n-gga
c brown
n-ggas think they ballin
but they lookin the lakers
nothin but a bunch a fakas
all this hydro in my brain
better call up all the majas
shorty drop and give me brain
call that sh-t a dirty fava
man ma d-ck is different flavors
like a tootsie pop
when i make that p-ssy leak
i make that p-ssy pop
bodubz in the club
make the p-ssy lock
locked tight on a n-gga like
ma own block
like my own jock
like my own swag
f-ck a facebook
f-ck a instagram
where the instablunt
ima like that
baby light that
baby let me hit it
tell me that you like that
lemme get up in it
n-ggas starin at the p-ssy
glarin at the p-ssy
n-ggas scared of the p-ssy
i ain’t fraid of it
n-ggas wanna throw
the fairs
blunt smoke in the air
bring the fists n-gga you
dont want a pair
pair of bullets in yo head
bullets leave you dead
better call the feds
troll on the case
call the meds
see now
can you see now
so why you n-ggas acting senile?
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