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kyle spear [artist] - town car trippin' ft. tj recluse lyrics

(kyle spear)
f+cking back to doing this cool ass rap sh+t man..
(tj recluse)
2016 b+tch!..
(kyle spear)
f+cking straight nostalgia sh+t..
(tj recluse)
nostalgia b+tch!..
(kyle spear)
alright tim, go ahead & eat these motherf+ckers!..

[verse 1] (tj recluse)
your girl want it, i’ll take her, break her, videotape her, f+ck the foreplay, we be f+cking all day, she likes the d+ck on large & the way i spit these bars, i knock the bottom out then bust nuts inside her mouth, straight vandal so you know you can’t handle me, dismantle my enemies then touch d+ck to her kidneys, leave your wig split like kennedy, sipping keystone, f+ck the hennessy, remember me.. (slunt!..)
black cap, black chucks, the boy that never gave a f+ck, lip+smacker, hijacker, p+ssy+cracker, d+ck sucked, it’s friday night, her p+ssy’s tight, do it right, flow complex, let’s do s+x, rip it like a t+rex til the break of dawn, it’s on!, got that p+ssy wet, so i’m not done yet, she’s down on all fours on the floor, beat that kitty up, giddy up, macking sl+ts, then i roll out to the cut.. (gonzo!..)

(kyle spear)
oh, so i see we’re spitting some f+cking fire & flames on this b+tch, huh?, alright, lemme get in on it cuh!..

[verse 2] (kyle spear)
striking enemies with ‘bows & knees to please desires, leaving jaws wired & crews expired when i’m returning fire, higher learning, teach you leeches & hip+hop preachers how to flow, these average joe’s don’t even know, the tables turning, f+cking with the c+double o+k, ok, no way!.. (no way!..)
messing with a king in the game, my bed is where your hoes lay.. (hoes lay!..)
running up, cutting fools up & asking questions later, lyrical homicide inside the lines on this paper.. (playa..)
off a hoe with the d+ck, the deadly weapon, best believe the monster of cookies is who i’m repping, told me “one of these kids is not like the other, he’ll rally round the family of 5 & gut the pregnant single mother!”..
patient waiting til my prey reaches the final destination, emcee k!lling spree, send the word across the nation b+tch!..

(tj recluse)
d+mn!, that was straight up fire man, lemme get at it!, uh!..
[verse 3] (tj recluse)
creeping, steady lurking, slashing while i’m smirking, leaving your identity uncertain, close the curtain, no need for a surgeon, i’m the game insurgent, post this d+ck to your facebook b+tch!, did it just to watch them bleed, still catching z’s easily, we be these ballers, see?, try to hang with me, you played the role from the start, slipped up & got torn apart, f+ck sh+t talk, i’ll eat your heart a la carte, repping cali, when’s the party start?.. (when’s the party?, when’s the party?, when’s the party?..)

(kyle spear)
sh+t tim, what’d you forget fool?, every day’s a party when we’re balling outrageous, lemme get in on this sh+t, haha..

[verse 4] (kyle spear)
the beat is bleeding, wounds we’re leaving, punks in need of treatment, nursing verses, spurting curses, he+rs+ fillers sipping millers, high life is my life, (high life is my life..), from this mic to that mic, your first strike’s your last strike, you strikeout, i gain might, i might fake to the right & strike with the left hand, the hand of god upon you, lift the soul, burn the midnight coals to bestow this hex upon you, s+x your b+tch slide up in them guts with intensity, b+tch when i’m up in you, you know you gon’ be feeling me, don’t expect the blast master to bow out quietly, silently but violently deceive you, cleave you g, it’s your expiration date, invade your sp+ce & call it mine, i’m slaying on these beats, balling outrageous all the time!..

[outro] (both)
suck these..
baller d+cks..
pleasing..
dime cl+ts..

(kyle spear)
f+cking straight flames dude, that whole track, fire..
(tj recluse)
get the f+cking water out!, put that sh+t out!..
(kyle spear)
you can’t, dude you can’t put out these f+cking flames bro, they’re too sick..
(tj recluse)
coming+coming for you!..
(kyle spear)
coming for you motherf+ckers!, don’t f+ck around dude, we don’t f+ck around, nostalgia!..
(tj recluse)
nostalgia!..
(kyle spear)
word, now we ran out of sh+t to say so f+ck it+
(tj recluse)
haha..
(kyle spear)
+haha, f+cking track’s over motherf+ckers, haha, but you got murdered though on that sh+t..
(tj recluse)
k!lled em!..
(kyle spear)
gottee!..
(both)
haha..

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