Termanology - El Wave lyrics

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Termanology - El Wave lyrics

[Verse 1: Termanology] It's swagology, stay pitching like Roy Halladay Consolidate my money and d** to pa** poverty The smooth criminal, no mic, move pivotal Alchemist, Stat on the beat, two generals I make a lot of cash in a week, move minerals Never take rappers too deep or too literal 'Cause they be faking with funny imaginations And conversations, Illuminatis and Masons The sh** I make excite federal agents Dominicans dealing with dope deportations The gram chopper, little ice with my cran vodka Japan shopper, tan copper, I'm the man partner I f** with OGs that's corrupted Looking to f** sh** up bad when they buck sh** Disgusted when I hear ya'll rhyme And feeling like Pun in his prime [Verse 2: Reks] Pull your knuckle back 'til you say uncle to that No k**er but no n***as who hit you with the borat Not talking Kazakhstan, God I can't stand Any motherf**er not in my clan Michael Black san heart Blast darts that tear apart your ligaments Termanology, venomous sentences Infamous sin, Satan, my sentiments been raping the penmanship Bin Laden your noggin, my slang hit your brain Like suicide bombing, nothing we doing common Nothing to like when my brothers write Not once, twice but three times official John Doe flow will hit you like rocket sub missles Motherf**er what's the issue, shut up and rap Matter of fact just shut your yap I hate any rapper not on this track You all s**, you all f** A-hole p**yhole vagina rhyming hoes Closed curtain triple homicide murders what's up [Verse 3: Willie the Kid] Pick a time piece, meticulous delicious dinners Dim the lights, pour some liquor b**hes lick it off each other Coffee color furniture from Ralph Lifsh**z Lift your chain like a j**el heist, my heightened senses Sense danger and since when you n***as dangerous A shot of Jameson, payments came in envelopes Vamanos, volleyball b**hes naked, body paint I came to party like Bobby Brown Never brown nose a vile temper Nino Brown with the crack vial And it was G Money vision but then he turned fiend I dream filthy, I'm from that crowd, my stash crowded Certain sh** I can't allow it, now bow before me The .40 cal like a moist towelette, disposable Your Apple tablet in the toilet, I'm disrespectful Expecting nothing from n***as dependencies foolish Prepare to burden who you cool with Bearskin rugs, I wear rugbies and f** redbones On red carpet, rug burns and red wine finding parking I'm at the loft but it's soft like a fresh croissant Simply my ensemble is something awesome It's Willie

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