- Earl Sweatshirt Dat Ass 歌詞
- Earl Sweatshirt
- [Intro: RZA]
Search inside my purse to buy something worthless
[Verse 1]
99 problems all gone in that one joint
And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint
Imma bubble in the belly of the monster
With a duffle full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda
Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera
And Im standing on the cops truck, stacking for the long run
The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out
Toe tagged, dont gag, [fag], spit your gum out
Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when its danger
Im a manger born puppy holding flight like a hangar do
Knife to the trachea spit, scabies and bet
The label dont like me but they pay me a grip
And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists
My niggas busy play doughing, bet the baker came swinging like
What the fuck you saying? All that aiming and miss
Imma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga
[Hook: RZA]
Ill fuck the freckles off your face, bitch
We could do this shit all night
Ill fuck the freckles off your face, bitch
[Verse 2]
You know me, drugs out, front the telly
Im couch-drunk and ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks
Pack loud as that slap cross the belly
Whats up? Fuck nigga, whats up?
Im at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush
Screaming 'Saddle up!' like fuck is beef? Get your cattle cut, pansy
If them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?
The rice and pattys cooked , nice for the chancellor
Them teeth with the gold bright, the light switches mad at us
Snap chatting panty clad baddies, Im a bachelor
Im high and polite cause po-lice is in back of us
And write with the same hand I smack em up with
Stretching out the fifteen I had initially
Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep
[Hook]
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