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lofty305 - vanilla soft serve lyrics

[intro: lofty305]
its the base head cap right
lil b-tch, get that
and i’m the motherf-cking black mac
chyea

[verse 1: lofty305]
i’m going in yall n-ggas going impster
i’m getting high cause i know its the answer
you try to romance a girl go dancer
i check her bank and i long d-ck lance her
not a black panther, blacked out voltron
connect the rhymes like electrons
protons
make a beat and flow uh
rolling blunts, smoke one
strictly rich b-tches i ain’t f-ckin with the broke ones
its the shogun
leave a microphone broken
just like the hoes cause its poetry emotion
potent
f-cking with the purest of the cocaine
rolling
the n-ggas selling purple, potion
gotta have tokens, to get in the game
super soak it, ya you know im wetting your team
out spoken, i ain’t never threaten the lane
quit hating motherf-cker you be getting a scene

[verse 2: lofty305]
metro zu coming base shooting plasma
outer sp-ce cannons, f-ck n-ggas have spasms
grab em, by their shirt collars tell them wake up
b-tch you know i nutted on your girlfriends face, what
b-tch you know was dripping on down to her a-cup
accept the fact that you wifed up a sl-t
uh
stay blunt and stay jed up
stay paid if forever getting blazed up
and when a b-tch lookie lookie i amaze her
and if she stingy with the cookie i dont chase her
keep it plain uh, no i dont date her
i dont own n0body you can take her
i tell her bye it was fly see you later
she dont even wanna leave she a flaker
she wanna swagged out cyber punk skater
now i’m going out of town just to shake her
(chyea)

[verse 3: ruben slikk]
she wanna a n-gga who can get a b-tch the good d-ck
ruben slikk came through and the jug thick
yea, thick syrup for the 40
make drip drop for the cup in the morning
chyea, i stay fiending for the green mayne
lacing it put the f-cking hat to the shish, yes yes!
and you going n-gga macking
beat the p-ssy up till i make the sh-t queef
and im back in the booth smoking weed getting high
yea my n-gga thats the truth
got the hash in the joint so you know we getting splifted
told the f-cking hoe go head get richter
on the f-cking d-ck when she rise it, hard
smoking on my dope, yes i serve hard
rocked up caine and i got it for the low
400 for the half, 800 for the o, go go

- lofty305 lyrics

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