kid the genesis - h.i.f.l lyrics
[hook]
test me i’m gon’ tell you how i feel like
how i feel like? (4x)
[verse 1]
got that good -ss
in that good m-ss
that bad m-ss
and i p-ss p-ss
like cash cash
i strap strap
and pull out
and then slap slap
c-m on your -ss -ss
you don’t have no -ssets
but it’s me though
i rhyme cold
my show sold
my gram fold
my d-ck big
my d-ck froze
i smell that p-ssy
that sh-t stank
i miss tanks
i was playing
in sixth grade
all my homies slang
all my homies gang
nah they’re not
but f-ck it all my homies sell
i don’t have no time when i was sober
i be smoking on some weed
and try to do the yoga
i tried to do the yoga on your wifey’s -ss
but i said f-ck it i’m gon’ p-ss
i can do it on the gr-ss
i can do in front of cl-ss
[hook]
test me i’m gon’ tell you how i feel like
how i feel like? (4x)
[verse 2]
i’m gon’ tell you how i feel like
i pull out and make it real tight
i don’t love no p-ssy n-ggas
cause i’m fighting for my wheel right
i don’t have no hesetation
write this sh-t it’s domination
i know i sound so c-cky
cause my life is a vacation
i been fighting for this nation
i been fighting for probation
they don’t wanna set me free
so i gotta let my mans hold
how much money fo a feature
how much money fo a t shirt
yo you n-ggas sound the same
how much money for your teacher
i might go and buy my school
when i finish with the heater
so much money being made
and i’m out here running freezers
i might shoot your b-tch and freeze her
like the wifey of a cheater
i don’t like you p-ssy n-ggas
so that’s why i’m not so realer
write this sh-t in 30 minutes
this sh-t just like a freestyle
but with reader
yeah i read this like a book
your hoe is a cheerleader
her p-ssy has a fever
how you even f-ck that sh-t
you some type of creeper
reaper
one at a time
i can say a thousand words
that f-cking rhyme
but am i saying anything that means anything
i am not that type of kid man
i mean anything i say
it’s realer than your raps
and your songs
and your gold
and your shoes
and your cars
and your house
on the hills
and your grills
and your pills
f-ck you want
pay my bills
staying trill
i don’t slang
i don’t bang
i left that sh-t behind
right now i’m making steps
higher than before
smoking good and thinking low
cause my thoughts be dark as f-ck
i’m a god d-mn feeler
but i was never stuck
standing is worse
than walking slow
you gotta reach the floor
to get higher on the roof
be the one you always knew
[hook]
test me i’m gon’ tell you how i feel like
how i feel like? (4x)
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