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training season – dressrosa lyrics

[hook: king caexar x fat albert]
dressrosa nigga let’s get closer
roronoa’s bringing them drinks over
i can’t focus b-tches they call us kouga
i try to maintain… it’s that mary jane (uh)
it’s that mary jane, (say what?), it’s that mary jane (okay)
it’s that mary jane

[verse 1: king caexar]
supple titties and blunt philly aromas
together like police twinkies and boxed donuts
ample flow like squeegees and swimming orca
that’s wet willy soliloquies, nigga the beats bonus
defeat opponents, with simile’s as trippy as slinky’s to hippies so nigga don’t approach us (don’t)
so flee like them c-ckroaches in your leather sofa
or get capped like chickadee’s nigga my gat robust
“i can’t focus, b-tches they call us kouga”
got them sluts spitting like my nuts bitter than some koala
look, i’m tryna toss a coleslaw batch and munch on a vag loose like tom cruise on a couch with oprah
i’m off the hook like a nigga shook off the ku-klux
like two sluts in a burqa nigga we burnt up
malt liquor in the styrofoam cup we turnt up
got the deaf tenant next door yelling “shut the fuck up!”

[verse 2: gp]
i’m tryna ride away my life like the bmw that pac sat in
satin black finish my heart is just like satan
speak of the devil, i’m a devil til that cadi rollup
with four bullets, two in my lung
i mean i’m sprung lately i’ve been living at a conquest
up late at night writing these rhymes of unrest
i’ve been dropping all these tags on this b-tch
she’s undressed (take that off)
and i only got bills, no change like congress
i swear these dumb rappers confused
thinking they’re at their pinnacle
tryna make a joint but their music ain’t even pivotal
that’s why i ridicule niggas claiming they’re better
whole while i be staring you punk -sses down with my reticle
meaning that you a fucking target
why would you want to start shit?
d-mn, homie who would spar with a spartan?
like shit nigga stop it, i’d open your chest
rip out your heart and fucking stomp it
they’re like “god he’s a monster!”
cannibal, other rappers lodged in my chompers
apex nigga i’m a hawk and you a possum
and now again i feel like i’m trapped in a prism
where lyricism seems to be lost and forgotten
can’t stop i kick with my eight like kate gosselin
fuck rap this is rape culture
i’ll be d-mned if i pick off the scr-ps like cave vultures
niggas shocked like late pulses
i know you’re sick to your stomach now nigga vomit

[verse 3: king caexar]
the baddest kid from this era since michael cera
spitting modus darker than mephistopheles horcrux
throttle from boutiques in freezed bottle coronas
pleasing models with physique
they gargle tonsils full of locus
“i can’t focus b-tches they call us kouga”
hangovers gotta nigga head light like sam sosa
sororities getting d’s like weak diplomas
that’s stained seats and drained testes in parked corollas
(oh my god, i’m c-mming)
i break beets like vegan teeth chewing samosa’s
the way i be beating and bleeding up virgins
call me bram stoker (uh)
that’s spout grime im cloud 9 with al roker (oh)
it’s about time i’m in prime, the mics closer
the hook is lethal, like noose and coiled cobra
the speed is diesel hard to meet like beanie sigel diet quota
the adam sandler from funny people to musty grown-ups
the madam strangler with a dark persona and a heart porous

[outra: fat albert]
get closer, drinks over
b-tches they call us kouga
get closer, drinks over
b-tches they call us kouga

- training season lyrics

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