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essen - alien vs. predator lyrics

[intro: spence & kidsower]
you’re next in the booth son
yo, uh, yuh
yer, uh

[verse 1: spence & kidsower]
yuh, spence and nick are back in this b-tch
socal got me deep inside of a b-tch
i like the hoes that don’t stand for sh-t
i make these chicks wet like a swish
dutch in my hand always rollin up the green
got-gotta stay high to live the life i lead
ya you p-ssy b-tches can’t f-ck with me
you staying in the bas-m-nt of your momma’s house g
i highly doubt they got a vision
i told the world look what you’re missing
my genes got the finest st-tching
we rep the game, no recognition
i hit a plus, it’s not addition
i stroke that sh-t it’s not a kitten
yeah f-ck your thoughts, it’s my decision
go talk that sh-t look how i’m living

[hook: spence]
dreaded hearing momma telling me, “oh please don’t go”
sorry momma but your son’s ascending round the globe
copped a whip in la and her top drop to the floor
i guess that’s what you get when you mix modeling and hoes

[verse 2: spence & kidsower]
young man with the nosebleeds, oh ye
n0body touching my tree, oh ye
blunt in my t–th in the two seater
pop a couple tabs what did you see? yuh
betting cards with some higher god’s
had to get away from all the frauds
if she got a man go extra hard
this d-mn collab against the law
i’m kinging like i’m louis the second
it’s tiddymob don’t disrespect it
ten goofy kids that’s acting reckless
got a couple blunts two b-tches next me
uh, b-tches i, just can’t deny
the freshest prince since phil died
an open eye, two open minds
best k!ll the king it’s do or die

[verse 3: spence & kidsower]
pop a couple pills of the oxy yuh
all these b-tches tryna detox me yuh
stay sneak dissing guess i’m foxy yuh
two blonde b-tches all on me yuh(bluh, blap)
hitting the gym never anorex
the only question, “what planet next?”
your flipping every channel ’til nada’s left
your mind is fried, never got to spence (blap, blap)
sun in my eyes, always chillin at the beach
yeah all these cameras on me like it’s mtv (huh, huh)
but i’m on another channel like it’s nbc
and they’re lying to you guys, bruh can’t you see?
yuh, living life from a rich to poor man
not a kid don’t need mom to hold hand
all this heat we got like no fans
but quick on our feet you got like no chance

- essen lyrics

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