denzel curry - diet_ (a colors show) lyrics
[intro]
woah, kenny
[verse 1]
pamela anderson, pam grier
the man’s here, there’s no fear
came through with no tears (wah)
i don’t cry
matter fact, i don’t lie like a bedside
to tell the truth, then i tell you what it is or what it ain’t
please roll me up another dank, another smoke
though i see it as the antidote to cure my daily anecdotes
i see my thoughts, it’s adios
finito, i get new jerseys like i was a guido
the ego, gotta be vetoed if you want a free throw
d’evils, stay with the scripture, what your mama read you
you gotta milk the game, son, i couldn’t bottle#feed you
this next bar was ’bout to do some logic sh#t
but now i gotta stop the sh#t and let me pop my sh#t
drama still added on, stayin’ positive
all my n#ggas on my side, on the opposite
[chorus]
get money from a show, then deposit it (uh)
your shows got no hoes, i acknowledge it (yeah)
so braggadocios, spit sick sh#t, it’s atrocious (nasty)
risin’ like the stocks, stockbroking
the shogun, came through with no gun
one man, ichiban, fresh out of j#pan, do as i command
and what i demand is some f#ckin’ peace and quiet
i told ’em please go to church, and please get on a diet
[verse 2]
shoebox came with the doowop
one billion and two cops can’t find 2pac
two shots, that’s two grazed in two days
what goes up must come down on tuesday
and i don’t like pixar, mister
i am the master, i came through like a (wait a minute), b#st#rd
n0body fathered my style
people said i would fall off, but i’ve been here for a while, so nope
are you ready for the motherf#ckin’ giant?
the tyrant, the titan, the ogre, the lycan
the vampire, taking over empires
if the game was a tooth, i’m a f#ckin’ pair of pliers
we gon’ do ’em vinny style
as you can see, this n#gga got many styles (serious)
know too many n#ggas that got semi rounds (serious)
and cold like (ice)
put th#rns to your crowns, you go out like christ, my n#ggas…
[chorus]
get money from a show, then deposit it (uh)
your shows got no hoes, i acknowledge it (yeah)
so braggadocios, spit sick sh#t, it’s atrocious (nasty)
risin’ like the stocks, stockbroking
the shogun, came through with no gun
one man, ichiban, fresh out of j#pan, do as i command
and what i demand is some f#ckin’ peace and quiet
i told ’em please go to church, and please get on a diet
[outro]
you motherf#ckers know what time it is
it’s the motherf#ckin’ championship
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