con k – roadman rap lyrics
[verse 1]
i put the thorn in fonicate ’cause i’m a pr-ck
i’ve got a small d-ck but my flow is sick
you say i’m blik, i’m not black
matter of fact, seldomly do i attack you
i won’t smack you like a crackhead
tennis ball to a racket
got that one-two connection
yeah, we’re losing connection
man, i got an erection
hard over your complexion
spinning round like a track on the deck
but i’m like zombies black ops 3
i’m not the one on the ground with no regrets
you get grouned like it’s beef
sidestep, man over (?) to meet you, sket
bars are dry, man, the p-ssy is wet
and i’m high as a kite, or a plane
but am i a plane? nah, am i insane? nah
[hook]
you chat breeze, you man conditional (yeah)
establish your game, doritos cool original
step on the road like you is aboriginal
spurt the ting like the m-ss of division of
[hook]
you chat breeze, you man conditional (yeah)
establish your game, doritos cool original
step on the road like you is aboriginal
spurt the ting like the m-ss of division of
[verse 2]
i’ve got bars
i’ve got bars to make her serve bars on plates
yeah i bring to the table
if you’re gonna bring then be willing and able
don’t wing it
this ain’t a pop song neither, don’t sing it
trust me, trust me (woof)
see man over there, don’t care, ain’t willing (woof)
just chilling
sitting down, yeah, i call that disabled
avoid getting labelled
government ting so be strong and stable
keep your value like a pound but don’t pound a man like it’s priceless
like the article fifty is
gonna be iceless
plus the lyrics on the sheet
either way i’m bringing the heat
nail somebody like you’re fishting isis (ey! ey!)
(yeeeeeah)
[hook]
you chat breeze, you man conditional (yeah)
establish your game, doritos cool original
step on the road like you is aboriginal
spurt the ting like the m-ss of division of
[hook]
you chat breeze, you man conditional (yeah)
establish your game, doritos cool original
step on the road like you is aboriginal
spurt the ting like the m-ss of division of
[verse 3]
i put the thorn in fonicate ’cause i’m a pr-ck
i’ve got a small d-ck but my flow is sick
you say i’m blik, i’m not black
matter of fact, seldomly do i attack you
i won’t smack you like a crackhead
tennis ball to a racket
got that one-two connection
yeah, we’re losing connection
man, i got an erection
hard over your complexion
spinning round like a track on the deck
but i’m like zombies black ops 3
i’m not the one on the ground with no regrets
you get grouned like it’s beef
sidestep, man over (?) to meet you, sket
bars are dry, man, the p-ssy is wet
and i’m high as a kite, or a plane
but am i a plane? nah, am i insane? nah
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