domingo - irrationally speaking lyrics
[verse one]
ayo i thought, who the f-ck told you to think jerk?
you’re funny style, b-tch n-gga rocking a pink shirt
goof ball n-ggas
doof ball n-ggas
cross dressing, funny style, ru paul n-ggas
here’s the latest duke, peep the truth y’all n-ggas
biting my sh-t, till the god shoot y’all n-ggas
yo, sean price put a c-ck in the throat
playing aaliyah song rocking the boat
yo, i’m a grown man
i’m a stone man
you a six minute dougie fresh on the phone man
yo, one of the best you one of the worst
i put this gun to your chest leave blood on your shirt
n-ggas acting all hard but they fake as sh-t
had me g-ssed till i saw them n-ggas taking sh-t
duke ya, one of the worst, i’m on of the best
i put this gun to your shirt leave blood on your chest
n-gga
[hook]
you have hanged
(hanged yourself)
or he will bang
(bang your health)
it’s ruck the irrational b-tch
la, la, la, la, la, la, la
[verse two]
peep the motherf-cking tools of the trade
i run with puerto rican n-ggas that fool with the blade
that’s a stereotype, i can never stereotype
no radio songs for me, stereo type
you a motherf-cking son of a b-tch
always telling the cops, like your pops you a son of a snitch
i don’t be running with motherf-ckers who be running they lip
percolate with the pound and get crunk in this b-tch
and i don’t give a f-ck about half of the rappers that’s out
half of the rappers that’s out need to be slapped in they mouth
first of all, what the f-ck y’all n-ggas rapping about?
ray ray, keke bobo, what you yapping about?
i’m one of the best
y’all b-tch n-ggas one of the worst
i put this gun to your chest leave blood on your shirt
you one of the worst
sean price one of the best
put some blood on your shirt with my gun on your chest
n-gga
[hook]
ayo
reign of the tec
c-ck back, aiming a [?]
grace the lame, felt the flame on his neck
battered and bruised
bum b-tch, shattered and used
date rape, great ape pa, making the news
add the b.c. michael jackson and soloman grundy
scare the kids for the love of the money
you can run, you can hide but death is near
you ain’t hearing me right
since i left this air
yo, this is an official joint
don’t believe me, come watch the pistol point
up in your grill
sean price up in the ‘ville
told y’all motherf-ckers to just chill
y’all ain’t listen
[hook]
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