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papa sleep - incendiary lyrics

[ papa sleep ]
baby back it up
take a splash in kerosene
spread that hexamethylenediamine
press the iron to your skull
you been burning up
i can feel it on your forehead
everybody flammable matches on the warhead

spent 6 months inside the k hole
take you off the payroll
light it up bringing out the big pole
rolling with them big dogs
you a snake you a big boss
binge watch every move i make

krokodil and crocs
1 of 1 you never seen this fit before
drip so much that you washing up on top the shore
pick up the glock and your hands start to crumble
so dam obnoxious dont talk you just mumble

want that smoke like new york city street sewers
head unscrewed you a brain tumor
big boomer
dirt inside my body
percs inside this thottie
shawty wanna be my friend until she spitting out that phlegm again now tell me when you drowning in the deep end

[ f+kksailor ]
off them percs got me feeling like a zombie
stepping up in this b+tch with the f+cking tommy
gun this tweaker down cuz he was acting c+cky
dissing motherf+ckers is yung sailors hobby

i dont wanna talk cause i might k!ll yo ass
play with my glock 40 like it is a brass
your time is running out like a hour glass
imma smoke you out like i smoke my gas

incendiary out
watch yo body turn to ash
telepathic minds
everybody knows you trash
this is a red flag
that im boutta f+cking spazz
you never use your brain
when we pull up it gon flash

bro dont hit me up
imma make you sound like donald duck
i dont give a f+ck
we gon run you over with a truck

shootin up yo spot
beat yo ass and call me juggernaut
we do things you cannot
cause we never go for afterthoughts

[ christ dillinger ]
imma pop a perc pour a fifth of that lean
when i’m f+cking on your b+tch i put my d+ck in her spleen
n+ggas spending ever motherf+cking dollar that they make
couple eggs short of a dozen but i’m still getting that cake
i’m insane i think the hamster died that’s running in my brain

and if you p+ssies do not f+ck with me dont utter my name
b+tch i’m finna run and get the check you can keep the fame
couple bullets hit your body up and they forget your name

all these make believe internet numbers rotting n+ggas brains
you’re a swallower for followers that’s why you don’t make games
i dont mean paraplegic when i say these n+ggas lame
n+ggas scrolling through they contacts when they recognize your name
why you hating filled with envy cause you was only pretending
i get the benjis and i throw them b+tch you know i love to spend it
i get the benjis and i throw them b+tch you know i love to spend it

- papa sleep lyrics

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