a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

pnthn - mewtwo lyrics

Loading...

[verse 1: kenny casanova]

“it’s him,” that’s what she says before i get her naked
pulling on her hair bc she want it crazy
and if you want a feature well you gotta pay me

i’m a lover, never tell her that i love her
you can sub out cause i’m coming with the mustard

it’s a problem if you getting sentimental
cause the fazers on your head so there ain’t no way to miss you
safety off the pistol, j’s as fat as leno
and now a n-gga flying like the gas inside my rental

swerve in the whip when i sip from the flask
take a hit like the spliff made a shift to a bat

and i’m out the park, with the malt, let my tongue waltz
on the mic or her cat, tasting top shelf
when i enter the room what do you smell
buncha loud burning from the fires of h-ll

[chorus 1]

we the gods, wanna f-ck
show some love, we don’t run, know what’s up
f-ck the odds, we gotta win
bring a hoe let a ho bring a friend

we the gods, wanna f-ck
show some love, we don’t run, know what’s up
f-ck the odds, we gotta win
bring a hoe let a ho bring a friend

[verse 2: dc4prez]

heard this beat i p-ssed, now i’m on this sh-t
you be in your cubical, often gettin offensive
off his d-ck, offwith his head steady calling sh-t
big baller brand know you looking for a father fig

i could be lavar to you students know i do this sh-t
show you how to ball how to cross get maneuvering
finesse the sh-t, move and your career looking lucrative
new whip and b-tches in the rear for some luvitens

cobra kick woah , watch out for my kicks ho
in the booth till the jewels on my wrist cold
wrist go, whippin in the lab with the crisco
hot sh-t, i’mma do my dance on a bimbo

gold digga n-ggas so finished with the system
and you gold diggin b-tches go victim in the ending
i don’t get it i don’t get it no, sh-t is gettin fishy so
i’mma take my time just to get it wit my n-ggas woah

[chorus 2]

we the gods, wanna f-ck
show some love, we don’t run, know what’s up
f-ck the odds, we gotta win
bring a hoe let a ho bring a friend

we the gods, wanna f-ck
show some love, we don’t run, know what’s up
f-ck the odds, we gotta win
bring a hoe let a ho bring a friend

[verse 3: jedi chancellor]

who’s bad it’s the smooth criminal
out the back is my -ss after mixing chemicals
ye ye, she a snack i ain’t ever getting full
from your bag i done snag then it’s back on my bull

turn a nice girl to a crazy hoe it’s unavoidable
it’s my world gawking at the show got a spoiled view
royalty in front of you, pnthn the holy crew
give you the heebiejeebies and leave you fiending for more to do

feel my soul you’ll grow hopeful and want more
this gold i’m a ho for you love so
when i give it is get it back double let that ho stack
my mentality got me c-cky trotting cause i know where it’s at

me narcissistic? gee well i’m on a mission
flipping and snipping wires in your brain b-tch pay attention
i’m funky chummy and living, for me there ain’t ever limits
my mind’s zoned into pimping this b-tch life i got spirit

- pnthn lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS

Loading...