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Fukkit

Piccadilly

 

Piccadilly

(album: Like Clockwork - 2021)


Fukkit, yeah
Dutchman
Yah, shout out Dutch forreal
Okay look, huh, uh, uh

I'm in the [?] like Piccadilly
Flow [?], you know it get chilly
Think he hotter than, me no not really
Came with the Reaper like Billy and Mandy
Dance on the beat the cross cut beef
The pockets is cheese bread, not weed
Fuck do you mean not touching me feels complete?
Load it up and make you bleed, uh huh

(Damn that was quick, yeah)
I'm just the way, what I want it you need
Boy can't admit the fact you not even unique
I fucked the underground I planted my seed
It took me seven days to realize you weak
He think he rapping, but it's just comedy
Pull up with the MAC even if it's sunny
A slap on the wrist is a slam on ya knees
Eyes dawn, put a cross on ya tee
Wet, wet, wet, pussy, drip, drip, drip, gushy
I think that my kids is coming
Fuck out the way cause the boss incoming
Did that boy 12 cause you ride with a dozen
[?] got him bit like a muffin
Birdman call you a stick like a puppet
I got the metal that bitch ain't rusting

I'm a spirit bomb, watch me levitate
I'm a giant, I'm a titan with a chest plate
I got tough love, I got chest pain
Hunt 'em down and circumcise and cut the skin away
One phone call get you on the next plane
Another phone call get you killed the next day
I'm an animal, put me in a cage
I just wanna feel the bars and feel enraged

Okay, spin around, spin around, come back later
This the last ride, now you meet the Undertaker
Andrew Reynolds from riding with a Baker
Dropping off ya bitch, where you want me to take her?
I'ma stop, let me not, you really not ready for the shit we got
She got double D's in bikini top
I'm giving her the tar like a squeaky knob
Foe, foe, fuck outta here right now
That boy just a stain get you wiped like a towel
I'm bringing that murder music back in style
Foe, foe, fuck outta here right now
That boy just a stain, get you wiped like a towel
I'm bringing that murder music back in style
Lil bitch

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