- Cereal (feat. JID & Kenny Mason) [bonus] 歌詞 IDK JID Kenny Mason
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- Kenny Mason Cereal (feat. JID & Kenny Mason) [bonus] 歌詞
- IDK JID Kenny Mason
- Intro (JID):
Ayy, Scheme, you killed it
Christo
Uh, okay
Chorus (JID):
Ran outta milk, mixed the water and cereal
Twenty-two hit, make a hole like a Cheerio
Give me the stick, Ima scratch off the serial
Killin this shit, if I murder, its serious
Serial killer, I shoot at the spirits
Cool as the toes on the polar, its bear
Hooligan holdin the woodgrain steerin wheel
In the hood like Im pushin through Paris
Verse 1 (JID):
Huh, oh , shit, Im curious
What you really want? The truth or you dares?
Put the puddin in the proof and prepare
Gotta stay from out of loop with you squares
Bo was here, Blanc was here, Slew was here, Drew was here
Where was you dear?
Nah, blowin air, you a tuba player
Over there, you aint cool here
Chorus (JID) :
Ran outta milk, mixed the water and cereal
Twenty-two hit, make a hole like a Cheerio
Give me the stick, Ima scratch off the serial
Killin this shit, if I murder , its serious
Serial killer, I shoot at the spirits
Cool as the toes on the polar, its bear
Hooligan holdin the woodgrain steerin wheel
In the hood like Im pushin through Paris
Verse 2 (Kenny Mason):
Ran outta milk, mixed some water with cereal
Ran with the killers and most of em serial
Run up on dealer, go di-di-di-digital
No face to pin it on, no Rey Mysterio
Hol up, wait, here we go
Okay, its no way they dont know the dealio
**** what they talkin, I hear em all M-E-O-W
Barkin, but dont get a visual
Pull up on a nigga with a nigga with issues
Little and big dudes, turn em to pit food
Burn em in pits in Pittsburgh, they pick fools
Purge and pick jewels, heard he rich, ooh
Tossed the gun soon as the job was done
The bullet popped his lungs, he couldnt jog or run
I couldnt jog my memory tryna find that one that hit him
Dont know his name and Im not the one to give it
Piss on a lame if you hot, then hunt and get him
Pop the trunk and pick him out the bunch and hit him
Stop the frontin if you not a punk, then kill him
Stop the punches, split noggins, lungs and kindeys
All the zombies with me starvin, hungry
If the card got funds then we all gon ****in eat
Niggas real dark in the heart but **** with me
Any real dawg with a heart will * *** with me
Chorus (JID):
Ran outta milk, mixed the water and cereal
Twenty-two hit, make a hole like a Cheerio
Give me the stick, Ima scratch off the serial
Killin this shit, if I murder, its serious
Serial killer, I shoot at the spirits
Cool as the toes on the polar, its bear
Hooligan holdin the woodgrain steerin wheel
In the hood like Im pushin through Paris
Verse 3 (IDK):
Aw shit, I killed him
I aint know he wouldnt pay when I billed him
* *** with my money, Im ****ing your bill up
Aim for the head when I shoot, Billups
Aim for the head when I shoot my shot, call me Clinton
Presidential watch, they gonna steal em
Lootin up the shops, me, Im just chillin
Thought about it twice, now Im like, 'No way'
I aint pissin off Noname
Mama used to say, 'Go play'
Now Im worried bout co-pay
Bitch, Im missin the old days
Catch me on the 105 in the 50i, drivin like Im O.J.
With a bitch thats into role play, okay
I got my city, I run it like Ricky
So if you **** with me that shit could get risky
Im milkin the game, every bar is a titty
I **** up the system, I work it like Missy
Your money is iffy, your peoples is fifty
You takin them shots but they all seem to miss me
They never gon hit me, you better off givin me
Shots for my kidney, Im killin em quickly
Middle finger to the Twitter fingers
Hitter- quitter fingers, hit em, pop, clean up
I just got my Dries out the cleaners
Trappin got him in the court, Venus
Me and JID, thats the best team-up
Thought you was the best, ****ed your dream up
Almost made it but you broke your femur
Excuses, excuses, excuses, excuses
Chorus (JID):
Ran outta milk , mixed the water and cereal
Twenty-two hit, make a hole like a Cheerio
Give me the stick, Ima scratch off the serial
Killin this shit, if I murder, its serious
Serial killer, I shoot at the spirits
Cool as the toes on the polar, it's bear
Hooligan holding the wood grain steering wheel
In the hood like Im pushin through Paris
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