Testo Vasectomy - Enphamus
Testo della canzone Vasectomy (Enphamus), tratta dall'album Rush Hour
I'm finna get a vasectomy, I'm tired of you hoes I got ten dead kids, I ain't buying no
Strollers I walk around with paper, I need a binder and
Folder Think you'll finesse me at a show I'll shoot the promoter
He dropped a diss and died, I'm guessing he got the exposure
My white bitch look like jorgiana, I'm hoping she blow up
I took my sew coat, they praying I fall while I go up
My cracker made them pass over like BLP kosher
They call me ninety I don't got time to fill up a drum
No KFC, I gave him five and he filled up his gun
My bitch got ARP, that's why she be dressed like a nun
My Akhi partner turn you bacon then read the Quran
My nigga told me that my lyrics could get me indicted
Bitch, this a PJ, not a plane, I can talk to the pilot
I'm in Miami, yacht hoppin, I feel like a pirate
I still be out here pushing weight, I ain't been on no diet
Kai cenat my opp on live, I'm knowing where he sleep at
Look like it's autopilot, that's how far I let the seat back
Spin on a nigga while he streaming, Comments leaving feedback
They treat him like LeBron James, where the fuck your heat at?
I'm loving NYC, they treat me like I'm Spider-Man
Soon as I land, they come and meet me with that Mary Jane
I only smoke cigar and plus I flew in private, damn
Samuel L. Jackson, bitch, I still put them snakes on a plane
I'm finna get a vasectomy I'm tired of you hoes. I got ten dead kids, I ain't buying no strollers
I walk around with paper, I need a binder and folder
Think you'll me at a show I'll shoot the promoter
He dropped a diss and died, I'm guessing he got the exposure
My white bitch look like jorgiana I'm hoping she blow up
I took my sew coat, they praying I'll fall while I go up
My cracker made him pass over like BLP kosher
No Kenan Thompson, I'm in Philly like I'm Bill Cosby
No matter where I be, it's shots with me, no paparazzi
We pull up, army guns, chopsticks, no kamikaze
Birds of a feather, kill together, turn on Billie Eilish
I go so brazy, they like, ain't no way this nigga indie
Got off the phone with Bemoe, everything's still super trendy
I can't even fuck this ho, she not a fan, that make her cringy
You fuck around, die for Tryna Joan, nigga, long live quincy
You fuck around, die tryna eat breakfast, long live' PNB
You better get your bread and leave, don't let me catch you loafing
I need that black truck Cadillac, don't send no GMC
A thousand sensors around my houses, bitch, I'm having motion
I'm finna get a vasectomy, I'm tired of you hoes
I got ten dead kids, I ain't buying no stroller
I walk around with paper, I need a binder and folder
Thank you'll finesse me at a show I'll shoot the promoter
He dropped a diss and died, I'm guessing he got the exposure
My white bitch look like jorgiana I'm hoping she blow up
I took my see coat, they praying I'll fall while I go up
My cracker made him pass over like BLP kosher
Long live my fallen soldiers bitch, B.B. unit pussy blocklife nigga 4L long live jbizzle
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Writer(s): Knoah Franklin
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