Four in the morning I'm blazed eyes with the coffee breath
My whole squad got the hollows that rearrange your chest
Woke up hungover between two pairs of Asian breasts
They dressed in negligee's and nets I'm bathing ape up to the neck
My Trish Stratus clone top me in my Shinjuku pad
Keep the contraband in the Dapper Dan custom duffel bags
And my Tori Wilson give me toppy like she's Sarah J
While in Shibuya traffic in a Benz with American plates
Sumo style rituals, the hood booga habituals
The Famicom boys run up on you just like it's Techmo Bowl
Say what you want motherf*cker, I know the talk is cheap
If you don't get my money then I'll put your f*cking brain to sleep
Fully loaded Tom Doolie, one zapper, one menacer
D'USSE stains on my church robe, the Mack minister
Pray to God for mo' hoes, already got ten of em
But need to start a lineup, I be Belichick, pimping em
I'm Misinterpret the rules, I keep a few nails
Under both of my gloves after I use the Philly shell
And I use it well, buck turn your ears into dinner bells
Get Brian Bosworth'd, trying to touch the paper trail
Balling like it's Techmo Bowl, Bo Jackson jersey
Making joints out the Elder scrolls, black market reaper
Pay you cash if you sell your soul
And Tyson ain't got better hands
That right cross will sleep you
But that left blast like Mega Man
Bitch, how you gon' see me as less than king
I'm Don Corley, I put 40 up on my ring
Sonnin' niggas like Melvin, you so guns and butterless
She pull the damage out your bitch a Yoshi for my mushroom tip
Blue Dream with a side dish of promethazine
Cocaine powder stashed in the box of OxyClean
I got the Oxycontin sold all my Vicodin
Stashed my molly capsules in my Flintstone vitamins
Crystal blue dreams mixed with that methamphetamine
No Assassin's Creed but keep the blades up under the sleeve
Back for redemption, dirty Harry and the ankle holster
Whipping that yayo increasing the yields with baking soda
Do what you wanna but don't tell my mama what I'm selling
Arms crossed, you a dirty motherf*cker Melvin
Squat and f*ck your mama so loud your night was restless
I'm naked in the kitchen sipping Kool-Aid, you want some breakfast
Shout out to Joseph Summers
All hail our glorious leader
8bitj - Famicom Boys (feat. $toneface Doomalay) Lyrics
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Four in the morning I'm blazed eyes with the coffee breath
My whole squad got the hollows that rearrange your chest
Woke up hungover between two pairs of Asian breasts
They dressed in negligee's and nets I'm bathing ape up to the neck
My Trish Stratus clone top me in my Shinjuku pad
Keep the contraband in the Dapper Dan custom duffel bags
And my Tori Wilson give me toppy like she's Sarah J
While in Shibuya traffic in a Benz with American plates
Sumo style rituals, the hood booga habituals
The Famicom boys run up on you just like it's Techmo Bowl
Say what you want motherf*cker, I know the talk is cheap
If you don't get my money then I'll put your f*cking brain to sleep
Fully loaded Tom Doolie, one zapper, one menacer
D'USSE stains on my church robe, the Mack minister
Pray to God for mo' hoes, already got ten of em
But need to start a lineup, I be Belichick, pimping em
I'm Misinterpret the rules, I keep a few nails
Under both of my gloves after I use the Philly shell
And I use it well, buck turn your ears into dinner bells
Get Brian Bosworth'd, trying to touch the paper trail
Balling like it's Techmo Bowl, Bo Jackson jersey
Making joints out the Elder scrolls, black market reaper
Pay you cash if you sell your soul
And Tyson ain't got better hands
That right cross will sleep you
But that left blast like Mega Man
Bitch, how you gon' see me as less than king
I'm Don Corley, I put 40 up on my ring
Sonnin' niggas like Melvin, you so guns and butterless
She pull the damage out your bitch a Yoshi for my mushroom tip
Blue Dream with a side dish of promethazine
Cocaine powder stashed in the box of OxyClean
I got the Oxycontin sold all my Vicodin
Stashed my molly capsules in my Flintstone vitamins
Crystal blue dreams mixed with that methamphetamine
No Assassin's Creed but keep the blades up under the sleeve
Back for redemption, dirty Harry and the ankle holster
Whipping that yayo increasing the yields with baking soda
Do what you wanna but don't tell my mama what I'm selling
Arms crossed, you a dirty motherf*cker Melvin
Squat and f*ck your mama so loud your night was restless
I'm naked in the kitchen sipping Kool-Aid, you want some breakfast
Shout out to Joseph Summers
All hail our glorious leader
My whole squad got the hollows that rearrange your chest
Woke up hungover between two pairs of Asian breasts
They dressed in negligee's and nets I'm bathing ape up to the neck
My Trish Stratus clone top me in my Shinjuku pad
Keep the contraband in the Dapper Dan custom duffel bags
And my Tori Wilson give me toppy like she's Sarah J
While in Shibuya traffic in a Benz with American plates
Sumo style rituals, the hood booga habituals
The Famicom boys run up on you just like it's Techmo Bowl
Say what you want motherf*cker, I know the talk is cheap
If you don't get my money then I'll put your f*cking brain to sleep
Fully loaded Tom Doolie, one zapper, one menacer
D'USSE stains on my church robe, the Mack minister
Pray to God for mo' hoes, already got ten of em
But need to start a lineup, I be Belichick, pimping em
I'm Misinterpret the rules, I keep a few nails
Under both of my gloves after I use the Philly shell
And I use it well, buck turn your ears into dinner bells
Get Brian Bosworth'd, trying to touch the paper trail
Balling like it's Techmo Bowl, Bo Jackson jersey
Making joints out the Elder scrolls, black market reaper
Pay you cash if you sell your soul
And Tyson ain't got better hands
That right cross will sleep you
But that left blast like Mega Man
Bitch, how you gon' see me as less than king
I'm Don Corley, I put 40 up on my ring
Sonnin' niggas like Melvin, you so guns and butterless
She pull the damage out your bitch a Yoshi for my mushroom tip
Blue Dream with a side dish of promethazine
Cocaine powder stashed in the box of OxyClean
I got the Oxycontin sold all my Vicodin
Stashed my molly capsules in my Flintstone vitamins
Crystal blue dreams mixed with that methamphetamine
No Assassin's Creed but keep the blades up under the sleeve
Back for redemption, dirty Harry and the ankle holster
Whipping that yayo increasing the yields with baking soda
Do what you wanna but don't tell my mama what I'm selling
Arms crossed, you a dirty motherf*cker Melvin
Squat and f*ck your mama so loud your night was restless
I'm naked in the kitchen sipping Kool-Aid, you want some breakfast
Shout out to Joseph Summers
All hail our glorious leader
Writer: Jovan Gaines, Jesus Vargas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid