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jaefkae - cul de sac lyrics

i’m chasing cul de sac always gone end up where dead meets the deadly
don’t got no gadgets or nothing resembling weapons cuz they wanna nail ya just for having paraphaneli
that be some folly
boa i could fall drinking all this cavali
look like a knife from the way that she saw me you calling us thugs but this the new black wall street beep beep at you honkeys these pigs you can’t hog me, cl!ck cl!ck
and that ain’t the sound from the carkeys
boa where you been i been home alone trapped in the stu steady cooking so please don’t mccauley my line like ooh charlie i’m rough as a diamond my rhyme book like rhombuses from the leani

i mean leoneeee
i’m inna zoneeeee
rolley two toned and the gas is too strong i cut up like my physique is to-oh-oh-ouned
i push ya whole thang back
call that post poneeed
you is a lame, you is a lone
i’m by my lonely, still i don’t want no company i’mma just hone wit my homies, don’t even see the opponents

chewing on losses
succeeding on even my worst day
and using precaution
cuz they wanna replace a grave with my birthplace
and i can’t be closing the curtain, and i can’t be closing the curtain
so if it don’t pertain to, purchasing verses i dern thank important
a lotta you mogs could talk and run them flabber jabbers
a monocle in my cup i got a half a gl-ss of
the solitude of a savior don’t need tabernacles, pardon my backwards accent everything ain’t affy tapples
boa i doooooo this yabba dabba
it’s crunch time way before the numbers turn to aftermath of
no cupid shuffle to the right the way my hat is jacked up pop a corn flake if he tweaking especially cracker jackers
i crunch you like a musician got that abcadabra
no flappy jacks i’m stacking plenty onna hashy platter, potato on the top of the barrel tot you to tater tatters
they say that madness makes the man no it just makes me madder
i got shorties boosting like trynna not get tackled madden
i heard opportunity knocking and i had a knack for
i end a sentence wit a independent clause so when i come through wit my talent don’t be itching cuz i had to scratch ya

it do not matter like a subatomic particle
nun but fye, up in my eyes, arson arsonal
i’m so high, look at the sky, it’s like a jump a hop a skip and a swig of the remy away from my metacarpals
please, do not start wimme
i’m never startled
smoking, the finest green
make a nun, from spongebob, hit her head, and yell out ooh barnacles,then if she ain’t dead, hop out the boat and tear the parkway up

i go kuku for cocoa puffs and i’m more caramel
complexion, my lexicon, far head beyond
just copped a big ole bottle, not calvin johnson but this that megatron

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