
koto - so silly! (g-mix) lyrics
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, why am i so?
yeah, yeah [okay]
yeah, yeah
[verse 1:]
uh, she in my crib
she eat it up like pac+man
dark knight, all black like i’m batman [huh, huh]
you like cheese
no wonder you a rat man [huh, huh]
i’m droppin’ bombs
it came straight right from afghan
i told that girl, why you acting silly? [silly?]
i told her f+ck a helicopter
bouta’ go and pop a wheelie [pop a wheelie!]
and my pockets looking fat
but my neck is looking chilly
b+tch i’m starving [oh my god]
but we ain’t going to chili!
[verse 2:]
i told her hoe don’t change the tempo
i just hit my elbow [i just hit my]
strapped up just like velcro
walk her back like yes
told hеr it’s okay [told her it’s okay!]
bad b+tch hold her weight [bad b+tch hold hеr weight!]
i just want the cake [i just want the cake!]
i just want the fish [i just want the fish!]
5, 6, 7, 8
[who do we appreciate?]
aye, i’m feeling good, i’m feeling great
take my time, but you can wait
bb simon buckle
[verse 3:]
red head b+tch just like she knuckles
all white gloves, just like i’m knuckles
protecting green just like i’m knuckles
you’re two+face, they call you knuckles
[yeah, yeah, yeah go]
i power up, then you in trouble
i put the game cube in a duffle
i keep on laughing about knuckles
[yeah, yeah, yeah go]
i’m the piece, might turn your puzzle
got 10 turns over, like you russel
[yeah]
buck 50 wit’ some muscle
[yeah]
godd+mn i hurt my knuckles!
hey baby, go to work
throw it back and then she twerk it
off the chain she go berserk
i’m tryna f+ck wit’ her and her
clean it up real quick, she gon’ throw a fit
stacking up the chips, i’ll just plead the fifth
ha, ha
walk all in my kidney, b+tch f+ck me like you miss me
i’m up in australia, [?]
this drink too d+mn expensive
[?]
d+mn b+tch where yo titties?
this sh+ts all itty+bitty
no, b+tch
what the f+ck you lookin’ at?
[i’m white] think he pullin’ up, watch me push him back
she know i’m a big dog, she let me beat that p+ssy+cat
[?]
(woo, woo)
them station boys ain’t feelin’ that
[?]
opps, we get rid of that (bop!)
(woo, woo)
28 grams, we send his ass
p.a. we gon’ stick his ass, don’t let me catch yo p+ssy ass
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