CriSis Beats - Self Made lyrics

Published

0 135 0

CriSis Beats - Self Made lyrics

[Intro: King Kenmore] King Kenmore, n***a' Yeah, Brick Skool Motha' f**a' Man, Triple-Ply ain't here right now Solo track n***a' Man, shout-out to my n***a' Crisis Beats, Royalty free, f**in', f**in' free Here we go, ya' boy got Givenchy n***a' Here we go, here we go Yeah Brick Skool n***a' Here we go [Verse 1: King Kenmore] Chillin' in the hood, down by Bedford Rapid pack of who*es lined up by these Lamborghini doors, They call me daddy, daddy, Daddy Kenmore You know I'm adored b**h, come get your reward By these gay n***a's, girl, you been ignored, Pull out my sword, b**h, I'm ya' f**in' lord By these gay n***a's, girl, f**'em no more You've never got a chance to be s**ually explored Girl, come feel this gourd, moans from your vocal chords Keep goin' b**h till my seed gets poured, on the floor of the hospice ward Yeah n***a', f** again', you ain't gettin' no who*es Here we go, K-kenmore Here we go [Verse 2: King Kenmore] Ya' know Kenmore gets who*es, like NRG, bunny get on my Gumby, Hoes want my paper, that's all she want from me I'm gettin' attention from all these b**hes, ugly Sorry, wanna' f** me? c*nt there's a weight limit for this dick and you don't fit it All these n***a's trippin' thinkin' I quit it f** that n***a', that's why Kenmore makin' this track I got the whole f**in' Brick Skool on my back f**in' love Brick Skool, I'm on the winning team So I pour some lean and load a magazine k**in' n***a's left and right, still don't need your insight like Poopenstein Our tracks, sure to climb, in the Billboard on time Man.. f** with me Brick Skool [Verse 3: King Kenmore] Ma' Caddy straight retarded, just like Hellen Keller, Ya' girl give bad head but I ain't gonna' tell her You know it's Kenmore, higher than a forklift, Girl f** with me while you workin' the night-shift I climb down the chimney swift Come give her that Christmas gift She ride my stick-shift, her man, yeah he f**in' pissed He wanna' k** me, join the f**in' wait list b**h, f** ya' Honda, 'cuz that V-TEC, it ain't sh** Ho s** my dick, 'cuz my dick is significant All I need is lean b**h, and all I need is money Ridin' downtown trynna' get 'dat honey, Pour it in my cup, in my double cup Then we're sure to get f**ed up Higher than Columbia Populi I f** wit'cha, Yeah, I'm k**in' Comstock, Elizabeth on my co*k BioShock, n***a'

You need to sign in for commenting.
No comments yet.