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zorba the prophet and kaspvr - peter pan lyrics

[verse: zorba the prophet]
stay so high might never land
fly through the window like peter pan
in the sheets i treat you like lisa ann
then i skeet and beat the t–th out your man
mendo copped sip, los popped a xan
swimmin’ in the p-ssy like aquaman
see a pvp with z the p is like godzilla f-ckin’ up j-pan
used to touch more cl-t than a maxipad
then my hair turned blonde and i got sad
used to f-ck with chicks who loved duckin’ sick
and let me treat the p-ss like an abusive dad
might f-ckin’ snap when i get some cash
might catch the prophet dolled up in drag
might cop the cooper just to name it brad
and get “west kendall” tatted on my -ss
if the prophet’s knockin’ better hit the deck
it only takes a sec for me to break your neck
cause the glock and tec both got tourette’s
don’t mistaken wolves for domestic pets
weke the renegade, cup full of lemonade
f-ck then i gotta wake up just to medicate
smoke ’til i levitate, post and i meditate
might f-ck but i better never date you
captain morgan in my organs, p for prophet
z for zorba, change the topic
pockets gordo, just peep the wallet
keep cash in hand, no direct deposit
rap too wack to act pretentious
so defensive, hate critiques, you think you’re kendrick
z the master, feature kaspvr
that’s weke, the justice league of lethal rappers

[chorus: kaspvr and (zorba the prophet)]
bop it, pull it, twist it (yuh)
(x8)

[verse: kaspvr]
i ain’t ever have to cop a dirty burner
never had to do like thirty murders
mentally r-t-rded parents just like i was timmy f-ckin’ turner
wouldn’t call myself an avid flirter
rather i would say a vapid learner
rather spit a sixteen than stick beans in my sock to get into a club
i don’t f-cking sip lean or k!ll teens
‘less i’m tryna have some f-ckin’ fun
whoa dude, why’d you write that? (hey!)
what you mean? those are tight raps (hey!)
i smoke pot and do c0ke lots
jk just vape crack rocks
kiss a lady while i’m wearing dad socks (like matt!)
visit haiti blaze in h-lla rad spots
tour colleges k!llin’ mascots
deans still givin’ me mad props
cause i’m dope as f-ck, i’m like flows r us
copped raynaud’s dawg, got a frozen touch
i’m posted up in my rolla bruh
southside n-ggas from suburbia (west kendall!)
roll it up and just spark the coma
tryna burn ’til a n-gga cops pneumonia
tryna rock the mic hard as stankonia
f-ck her for the night and i’m back on the
grind of my life ’til it’s time to unwind
with white wine and just find peace of mind
i just might (x5)

[chorus: kaspvr and (zorba the prophet)]
bop it, pull it, twist it (yuh)
(x8)

- zorba the prophet and kaspvr lyrics

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