Yahboiroyce - I'm Hungry lyrics
(Talking) That's like one of those fans on (stutters) I mean not fans lamps on MySpace that looks like an a**... can't tell if it's an a** or.. a lamp (Verse One) (uh) Introducing Glen Cove's finest anytime of the day you can catch him being modest this is not a promise yahboi's just being honest you can catch a fade in the city of the fakes this is the reason why I was forced to leave the place seeing this evening he's leaving meaning the greeting was easy don't you ever leave me complete he never wanted peace we came up on the east I never paid a lease sheesh yahboi ain't got no money he ain't tryna fool nobody he was by the pool chillin tanning next to yo honey n making moves I shake you lose I will ask you one more time do you really wanna pick one of them dudes they do rude n mannerless n your prude is it so cute how them other dudes use you? you too guaranteed you've done it and if I see you do it in public that I will run it (Verse Two) (Yeah) Full force I'm kicking them through the doors p**y footing my way outa this one so no chorus why the hell does everyone think that you can't ryhme anything with orange? excuse me while I eat my porridge didn't have room gonna have to use my storage...n now I'm morphing into something that's so awesome nothing that's gonna haunt yah nothing that's gonna want yah flow is just so taunting I have no other options fully making yah conscious best emcee to die you put a name in that is the bodies doing the work n never getting credit you know that sh** crazy(wow)is you tryna blow up yes or no or probably maybe? if you need some gun powder I will go ask the Navy KKK tryna bring something back that's called slavery yeah I know I'm white but these people's minds is so crazy they! Don't even like me they can come and bite me they can come and fight me (Verse Three) As I finish the line the lights bright I won I done did it we fight I must hit'em Imma catch'em while I'm he won't even know what hit'em messeges is hidden your p**y I'm just kitten stop looking for a mission you know you don't even have anybody to listen pissing while I'm sh**tin listen Gucci outa prison please a good decision he's not good with children I'm aiming at the becan boi he is also sacred I'm leaping like eight acres every wack rapper wants to get some paper soon or now or later the tears of an alligator look at my self in the mirror I think I turned into a hater but now I'm gone so long I'm bouta leave everybody want to know what Royce has up his sleeve abracadabra it's nothing I just want some peace pick up yah trash cover yah a** I can only say the least