Nvsh - Walk On Elm Street lyrics

You know me well Ain't nothing you could tell When I get on the mic b**hes better ring that bell And I get real They wrap it in the blunt b**h I smoke it in a bill I just want to die rich But I'm k**ing myself I try to avoid Satan But he's catching my belt If you try to f** with me You get G.L Rockwell'ed I know about d**h I know about hell Call me Luka Magnotta Cause I chop a**es for real I put together these verses like it ain't nothing to me Cheddar's melting up on me like maccaroni Ask a homie I'm about that champagne Chronic in my blood stream f**ing b**hes so hard Mashing up the box springs, (yeah) Find me to the top man I'm feeling that breeze And I rather die standing than live on my knees It ain't about no magical or miracles With work and many struggles Only d**h becomes an obstacle The spectacle is over Mother f**er grab your testicles I'm on my pedestal.. You licking popsicles We getting physical.. These b**hes know me yo ! The web is going crazy, but I'm keeping it real And I'm smoking it still Taking pictures burning my bills But last day I went America, in for the k** A motherf**er tried to stabb me cause I came from Brazil We pimping b**hes from Alabama Cali, Atlanta, Roma I rep it like Dennis Hof I'm puffing it on the sofa Man I'm a mother f**ing V.I.P They be playing with me Mother f**ers should flee And I ain't care about lyrics I just care about bricks If you tired about rap You should listen my sh** Me and my b**h we sipping on these red cups Don't co*k block Forgot her name I had to take her to Starbucks Pull my nuts out.. You see this big ball sack? Spit your guts out Or you get f**ed ASAP Smoking on the ganja Drinking on the Grant's I take a walk on Elm Street You can feel the danger...