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spex, the sin of sloth - diesel jeans lyrics

i’m so over it
only thing y’all rap is my burrito
no qudoba b+tch
sick of all the sittin on the sofa sh+t
rhinestone sp+ce cowboy
movin at the speed of light
keep it tight
delete the whole beat
if it ain’t hitting on my speakers right
if o don’t got perfection i get lazy
sh+t is crazy
done with
half ways and maybes
i need the whole pie
or i’m leaving the f+cking table
in the middle of the dinner party
won’t even be feeling sorry
pockets going liberachi
pretty thang she feeling on me
ain’t finna attend the party
rather kick it at the crib
looking through my vinyl collеction
b+ttons is pressing
while we follow in thе natural progression
of how the night go
stomach gettting tighter
like a lipo
legs to the sky
like you trippin off a tight rope
relishing all that i can muster
n+ggas playing ketchup
tryna get the lettuce cheese bread like what’s next up
told her this has gotta last longe that one night
y’all want me to be negative
like that’s yo blood type
rapping in hieroglyphics
then imma let you now nigahs ponder that
copped written ss from rosetta stone
man n+gga these are the facts
(chorus)
oh
and i don’t wanna hear you say my name(hear you say my name)
oh oh oh
so tired of all this insufficient fame
it makes me sick

verse 2

i don’t gotta be compared to the coles and kendricks
i’m whipping n+ggas up and k!lling
like a villainous villain
lyrics is spillin
they sl!cker than oil
n+ggas be slipping
and trippin
all over beats
spitting verses that they ain’t even written
my sh+t be off the chain like
the morning star
castlevania
psychomantis
meets pyromania
same girl you stressed over
same one that give me cranium
h+lls hot
known everywhere i go like a belmont
flowing and making these b+tches nervous like a red spot
time of the month
man i’m callin ya bluff
have ya ass tryna phone home like et
said he was hard seen me and developed ed (yuck!)
now you motherf+ckas
is doomed
n+ggas attitude change when i walk in the room
strapped with a gat
but the bullets is lyrics
if looks could k!ll i’d be locked up for my appearance
(chorus)
oh
and i don’t wanna hear you say my name(hear you say my name)
oh oh oh
so tired of all this insufficient fame
it makes me sick

- spex the sin of sloth lyrics

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