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łukasz - d-league lyrics

(what’s this łukasz?, what’s this łukasz?)
[intro: łukasz, thomas, & octoant]
alright -coughs-
what’s up everybody, how we doing today?
uh
ayo it’s t dog in the building
ayo it’s octoant
aka mozzarella jones
aka yo mommas favorite rapper
alright man, here you go
-lighter fl!cks twice-
-inhales sharply-
yeah
uh
yeah
[verse 1: łukasz]
1 on my back you can call me a’mare
yes i’m dirty no not sorry
yellow hair like number 4 from kids next door
just pour me a cup
cause i done had enough
you fake -ss thotties always tryna talk about that love
yes i like it rough, ruff like a puppy
no do not get touchy, do not try and hug me
yeah that b-tch is ugly
wet hoe stay away
get the f-ck up out my face
don’t come near me less you tryna catch a mothaf-ckin’ fade
not barber shop but watch, all the chickies wanna flock
when ya boy luke is on top
like oh my god he’s so hot
yeah i know you want a spot
but you i’m gonna drop, like the dot
on j-pan, lil b-tch lookin’ like a man, want a xan?
do the math, that’s the plan, sine over cosine equals tan
you a foe, not a friend
two way street, one dead end
cyphin’ by the f-ckin’ bend
[verse 2: octoant]
ima bust on this beat, grab a pen and find your seat
call me orochimaru cause i don’t be f-cking with no leaf
you pet-te, somethin’ sweet
breaking up that cali green
and i promise you, you don’t want no smoke with the man on them keys
we shootin’ for the charts
you be frontin’, f-ck yo heart
and when i shoot for somn’, hit the target like a dart
and when i’m on the beat, best believe i’m goin’ hard
and if we need a deuce i’m charles barkley on the block
octo
[verse 3: thomas]
this is a rap, go take a nap
while you f-cks sleep, i head to the trap
perkies in me and your b-tch on my lap
making money moves now that fat -ss clap
i was just a white boy all alone with his gat
never cool enough to wear a snapback
look at me now, chris brown with a hat
you say you’re the sh-t, come step on the mat
next thing you know a body on the ground so flat
looking like a horror film, freddy krueger on the track
i’m k!lling these hoes, now i’m switching my flow
b-tch i’m lost in these dreams, goddam where’d i go?
got these razor sharp bars, i’m not talking real slow
wearing black in my coupe, heading to your funeral
got my nine tucked tight, b-tch i dare you to fight
me your whole night, you’ll end up with a knife
taped to your f-cking chest, b-tch can never get a rest
ball so hard like lebron cause you know that i’m the best
[verse 4: łukasz]
if you wanna come and pull up, to the f-cking scene
know i got my auto loaded with a full magazine
not bald but i’m s-xy, you can call me mr.clean
spending money on pens cause we all know you a fiend
snakes in my garden think my gr-ss needs some cuttin’
call me steve irwin cause you know that i’m crikey
sweater on the top, got my shorts on the bottom
fake rollie on my wrist, breaking necks like got em
clothes on me, like a condom on you
my sh-t is really baggy while my p-n-s obtuse
i’m the captain on this cruise, fight with me and catch a bruise, i’m batman like bruce wayne, joker make me go insane
lose my brain, mask off like bane
skrt out my lane
celebrate with champaigne
f-ck charlamagne, only money here to gain
get out out my way
what did i say, i do not play, i do not play (i do not play)

- lukasz lyrics

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