Earwax Songtext
von Ski Mask the Slump God
Earwax Songtext
I-I
Yuh, haha (I′m working on dying)
(Swaggyono)
Okay
These niggas fried like rice
Mortal Kombat how I fuck up the mic
Niggas dizzy if they thought we was tight
Niggas Dracula 'cause they love to bite
And I do this shit with ease
Fuck is you talking ′bout? Nigga, please
Like a magician, got tricks up the sleeve
Runnin' the game so long, fucked up the knee (yeah)
Pity you fools, I think I'm Mr. T
I am the resurrected Socrates
That′s why these niggas always coppin′ pleas
Manifest, I do the best, I rinse and then repeat
Like a cup of liquor with no chaser, I do it neat
Niggas cornballs with computers, I delete
Wide body Benz when I pull up in the V, haha, okay
Like bread, I'm on a roll
Smart, I′m on honor roll
Fuck is you talkin' about? Okay, let′s get it
Niggas, they tippy-toe, we step and stomp a toe
We can go toe-to-toe, okay, let's get it
They be on cruise control, I′m 'bout to lose control
Count up the money then, okay, let's get it
I been committed, I can′t admit it
Fuck up the Digi scale, fuck up the digits
These niggas ′bout to make me use my tool
I ain't even really wanna lose my cool
Thought they was opps, really, they my food
Water on my neck, it like a dam, monsoon
In a cocoon, out in damn Cancún
Shawty say I′m down to Earth 'cause I′m smokin' bamboo
Chillin′ with the minions, feelin' like Gru
All in her head, bitch, I feel like Cantu
Like bread, I'm on a roll
Smart, I′m on honor roll
Fuck is you talkin′ about? Okay, let's get it
Niggas, they tippy-toe, we step and stomp a toe
We can go toe-to-toe, okay, let′s get it
They be on cruise control, I'm ′bout to lose control
Count up the money then, okay, let's get it
I been committed, I can′t admit it
Fuck up the Digi scale, fuck up the digits
Yuh, haha (I′m working on dying)
(Swaggyono)
Okay
These niggas fried like rice
Mortal Kombat how I fuck up the mic
Niggas dizzy if they thought we was tight
Niggas Dracula 'cause they love to bite
And I do this shit with ease
Fuck is you talking ′bout? Nigga, please
Like a magician, got tricks up the sleeve
Runnin' the game so long, fucked up the knee (yeah)
Pity you fools, I think I'm Mr. T
I am the resurrected Socrates
That′s why these niggas always coppin′ pleas
Manifest, I do the best, I rinse and then repeat
Like a cup of liquor with no chaser, I do it neat
Niggas cornballs with computers, I delete
Wide body Benz when I pull up in the V, haha, okay
Like bread, I'm on a roll
Smart, I′m on honor roll
Fuck is you talkin' about? Okay, let′s get it
Niggas, they tippy-toe, we step and stomp a toe
We can go toe-to-toe, okay, let's get it
They be on cruise control, I′m 'bout to lose control
Count up the money then, okay, let's get it
I been committed, I can′t admit it
Fuck up the Digi scale, fuck up the digits
These niggas ′bout to make me use my tool
I ain't even really wanna lose my cool
Thought they was opps, really, they my food
Water on my neck, it like a dam, monsoon
In a cocoon, out in damn Cancún
Shawty say I′m down to Earth 'cause I′m smokin' bamboo
Chillin′ with the minions, feelin' like Gru
All in her head, bitch, I feel like Cantu
Like bread, I'm on a roll
Smart, I′m on honor roll
Fuck is you talkin′ about? Okay, let's get it
Niggas, they tippy-toe, we step and stomp a toe
We can go toe-to-toe, okay, let′s get it
They be on cruise control, I'm ′bout to lose control
Count up the money then, okay, let's get it
I been committed, I can′t admit it
Fuck up the Digi scale, fuck up the digits
Writer(s): Stokeley Goulbourne, Cyrick Palmer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com