Earl Sweatshirt - PNCINTLOFWGKTA lyrics

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Earl Sweatshirt - PNCINTLOFWGKTA lyrics

[Verse 1: Casey Veggies] This sh** is schizo, tell a chick to get low Yeah that was an insult, sorry for that info Young k**a' that be ridin' round, swag me out, wipe me down Your b**h is just like a frog and she just be hoppin' around Whole squad be pipin' it down, that Peas and Carrots, That OF Gun fights with no vests, get merked off when I blow checks Ain't talkin' grams but I'm on deck, they talkin' grams I'm focused This flow sick, you know this, she rolled it like a mosh pit Imagine that, I hardly kick them braggin raps But right now my swag is a bad ho, magnet You hesitant and I'm adamant, can't stop this, got the locksmith In the door, on the scene, cash rules and I'm making cream like [Hook: Tyler, The Creator] n***as see the chains and the b**hes and the gold These n***as think it came with the fishes and a boat Well f** the bullsh** it's time to let these n***as know Let these n***as know, let these n***as know [Bridge: Casey Veggies] Getting money now n***a trust that Fresh up out the plastic n***a f** that Y'all n***as talking sh** but y'all won't bust back Nah! [Verse 2: Domo Genesis] I'm high as my confidence, n***a sue me n***as acting like they part of the action I'm in the movie Lets get it crackin', young n***a with fashion, two piece Louis With a hand full of hoochies tryna to stuff em in the hoopty Yeah I'm bougie, but n***a f** it do you and I do me Was frontin' like my new teeth and now they lookin like "Who he?" Oops this Domo Genesis, Wolf Gang syndicate Wolf Gang we in this b**h, thick like Brazilian b**hes is Listen kid, this is the part where I'm swearing we win Money make the world go round I'm preparing to spin I swear I love LA but when it's ready to end I'm in New York tossing dimes like I'm Jeremy Lin [Hook] + [Bridge] [Verse 3: Hodgy Beats] I'm a silent flexer oh, hybrid Lexus, low I bred measures, my hybrid's better Sativa dominant, abolish kids with prominence Demolish and conquer sh**, f*ggots wanna honor this I know you see the cars and the whips Broads and these b**hes on my balls and my dick I'm here for the cash I ain't calling in sick Next time I pick up the phone, I'm calling in rich One dollar, two dollar, three dollar, four One nozzle, two models, three bottles pour I wake up in the morning like I missed the night before I know I love my life for sure You know I f**ed your wife, my who*e I'm a f**ing animal, that's one hell of a species I move you n***as out the way with my telekinesis [Hook] + [Bridge] [Verse 4: Earl Sweatshirt] Jive pants tattered kicks, Sunday sabbath-less Lose-lose, .22 caps in that catchers mitt And daddy's absence was the reason why the swagger's this Similar to abstinent a** and you ain't tappin' sh** Who rap rancid as rats acid with four and a Half rations of horse laxatives down the hatch again And dip fast as sh** when all the cash cacklin' Stanzas of them axes that him have to cut the chatter with Hard as the wall of Clay Ca**ius that my back against Hulk smash brackets that the ma**es try to stash him in Half pans labyrinth, half black magic grip Black flak jacket tap dancin' in a pa**ion pit Golf Wang cut and stitch surgical Lips slurpin' that lit purple, my b**h circular Not givin' sh**s like writers when its personal Disgurstin' as dick burpin' when its vertical [Outro: Tyler, The Creator] (Oh sh** that's the end huh Aww, un uh man, I like talking sh**, I feel like P. Diddy!)

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