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 #

rjldiablo – picasso lyrics

[chorus]
ayy, let’s spread this sh+t ’round, man, they catchin’ a sickness
i am a k!ller, i just got no witness
i feel like picasso, i jack off to latto and then i get b+tches
i got a couple lil’ boys on my hitlist
when we pull up with the choppa you sh+ttin’
i feel like picasso, you say you my slatt, yo
i’ma get this bread and all these millions
ayy, let’s spread this sh+t ’round, man, they catchin’ a sickness
i am a k!ller, i just got no witness
i feel like picasso, i jack off to latto and then i get b+tches
i got a couple lil’ boys on my hitlist
when we pull up with the choppa you sh+ttin’
i feel like picasso, you say you my slatt, yo
i’ma get this bread and all these millions

[verse 1]
uh, i got the whole game tryna k!ll me, uh
the underground, they gon’ feel me, uh
i got my demons tryna seal me up
b+tch, i’m john cena, you ain’t seen me, bruh
one day you’ll see me on tv, yeah
got the fam sprayin’ with the tc, yeah
got a bad b+tch like riri, yeah
my daughters from north, b+tch, kiki, yeah
i just took a trip to sierra (sierra)
he say he wan’ diss ’cause he’s better (he’s better)
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout the meta (the meta)
man’s not hot in three sweaters (three sweaters)
ayy, i been making money since back in the day
i was selling moamis, man, they got me paid
they said that i’m sh+t but don’t give me a chance
they listen “heartbroken” and then, b+tch, that’s that
they don’t even look just to talk to the man
ask him about that, man, we ain’t no fam
and i got some issues that i’m still hiding
your b+tch in my room, and, man, we’re riding
this is my first time, man, it’s exciting
they give him the hype ’cause they wanna excite him
we pull up with choppas then light him
if he talking sh+t, motherf+cker, then fight him
[chorus]
ayy, let’s spread this sh+t ’round, man, they catchin’ a sickness
i am a k!ller, i just got no witness
i feel like picasso, i jack off to latto and then i get b+tches
i got a couple lil’ boys on my hitlist
when we pull up with the choppa you sh+ttin’
i feel like picasso, you say you my slatt, yo
i’ma get this bread and all these millions
ayy, let’s spread this sh+t ’round, man, they catchin’ a sickness
i am a k!ller, i just got no witness
i feel like picasso, i jack off to latto and then i get b+tches
i got a couple lil’ boys on my hitlist
when we pull up with the choppa you sh+ttin’
i feel like picasso, you say you my slatt, yo
i’ma get this bread and all these millions, yeah

[verse 2]
racks stack to ceiling, yeah
you are not appealing, yeah
don’t care ’bout your feelings
yeah, talk sh+t, i got your street, man, yeah
uh, i done told pain not mess with me (mess with me)
“rj, please stop, you been stressing me” (stressing me)
“please, bro, i’ve learned my lesson, g” (lesson, g)
don’t give a f+ck, you not feeling me (nah)
i been on riding all ‘roud the block
latino ho and she on my c+ck
my baby love crib so she wanna rock
if you talkin’ sh+t, boy, then you’ll get socked
ayy, around here, you can’t get no privacy
b+tch, just stop talking, you know that you lied to me
know you despising me, act like you wiser, g
i got the lighter, heat, i’ma ignite ya’, g (ayy)
picasso, picasso, picasso (picasso)
if you on the road then we flatten you (ayy)
and i got the heater, i’m not ‘fraid to shoot
i feel like i’m narduar ’cause i got the doots (doot+doot+doot+doot)
they call me picasso ’cause my work is art
your sh+t f+ckin’ stinks, you inspired by farts
when i sign to a label, then you’ll say, “of course
why didn’t i think of that?”, r+t+rded, of course
[chorus]
ayy, let’s spread this sh+t ’round, man, they catchin’ a sickness
i am a k!ller, i just got no witness
i feel like picasso, i jack off to latto and then i get b+tches
i got a couple lil’ boys on my hitlist
when we pull up with the choppa you sh+ttin’
i feel like picasso, you say you my slatt, yo
i’ma get this bread and all these millions (i don’t know)

[outro]
ayy, and i just checked my account
twenty+two a’s, it’s too many to count
i’m countin’ my racks up, don’t know the amount, yeah

- rjldiablo lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS