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sidius - whoa nelly (remix whoa by earl sweatshirt) lyrics

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[verse: 1]
spliff have me cross eyed sh-t when i take a hit
bong rips make chef boyardee ask what i’m boiling (what you doing?)
rufilin will soothe your b-tch until shes in my room and then
i’ll use her chin as the alley oop hoop when i shoot it in

or f-ck it i’ll dunk it, the back board i shrunk it
now she looks like shes real good at math and whale hunting (ariana)
the thrill of the k!ll when i’m grabbing this drill
sure you will have the chills like eyes have the hills

p-ss the smith and wesson to a nasty -ss veteran
after connect 4 with some little kids in connecticut (too soon?)
rhetoric unsettling aiming guns at pedestrians
always peeing in cups but you do not wanna test me b-tch

hefty b-tch, jacking off to a hefty b-tch
right hand’s tired switching over to the lefty quick (look ma no hands)
ask ms. white-lady to prom she went on to call my mom
showed her my marathon bars and she sucked on my decathlon

[hook: 1]

talking sh-t on twitter like they birds
absurd nerd got the nerve to split you in thirds
hash tag with that o g m u s i c k
o g m u s i c k

at the mall screaming smoke crack
mobbing deeper than dimples on a pony’s back
look n-gga its o g m u s i c k
o g m u s i c k

[verse: 2]
pills plus liquor add it with weed and cocaine added
p-ssed out in the attic i’m an overactive addict
not tatted f-ck fashion i roll with the rogue bandits
who will spread all that white stuff, dandruff

excessive amounts of sunny d should account for my bl–dy pee
crack rock coming out my c-ck bigger than diamond jewelry

reckless girly boards but us n-ggas got a death-wish
arrested for screaming vacuum at a deaf b-tch (what?)
so i hurt her, -ssault turns into 3rd degree murder
drag her cold corpse for cheesy one at bob’s burgers

have you dog mr. mota took his f-cking shirt off
flipped his girl off and drank the whole bottle of smirnoff (vodka)
it was a turnoff so wathana sn-tched up his katana
sliced up his c-ssava chris gonna run home and tell his mama

diss the master you’ll be first to die, black actors
sid’s the b-st-rd who angles his knives, protractors
disaster will tend to arrive, shortly after
this b-st-rd decides to stage dive, head fracture

eehh!! wrong answer skip over the lung cancer
just cough up a couple ribs and a half ounce of fanta (don’t you want a)
black panther, or more like a giraffe in some gl-sses
oh you really liked “asid” consider this slow as moll-sses

[hook: 2]

motherf-cker o g m u s i c k
o g m u s i c k

supporters got og before they
twitter names ask them n-ggas what makes em h-rny
they say o g m u s i c k
o g m u s i c k

- sidius lyrics

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