[Verse 1: Smellington Piff]
I don’t think I would if I could stop
I [?], I’m Santana at Woodstock
Don’t judge a cover by the bookshop
You play the bad cop, what the fuck’s a good cop ? (I don’t know)
When it comes to [?], I’m this posh
[?] in your face for a spit wash
Everybody hates Piff like Chris Rock
So I feed them to the pigs like [?]
I’m really sick of all this shit pop
That they playing on the radio and saying that it’s hip-hop
I push the bar to the tip top
To see how far they can jump like Chris Kross
Houston, we’re ready for this done
[?], hands steady with the [?]
[????]
[Verse 2: Datkid]
Yo, don’t ask me how I pull it off
Start me and I couldn’t stop
I drink sniff and smoke till I’m coughing like a wooden box
Make you feel wool and soft
When I expose you I lifted up your skirt
In front of every man and took it off
And that’s me still awake from last week
I leave your car seats stainеd in my reach
From you bitch’s ass cheek
Because shе’s faster than my heart beat, you smell me ?
Ain’t shit you can’t tell me
You take L’s, I smoke elves, they’re both unhealthy
You can’t help me
[?] on my side
I can’t think of no raps, too much vagina on my mind
Cider on my breath, I’m higher than the tide
[?] like Michael Jordan I’m done balling
Still I moonwalk in my muddy [?] on your mum’s floor
And tell her mind how’s her son talking
I see a [?] and stick my [?]
Take everyone’s portion, without one caution
Wakmo
[Verse 3: Smellington Piff]
The grammar gets dark when the hammerhead shark starts ripping shit apart half bitten
Spitting darts at your brittle heart [?]
My riddle might cripple [?] it’s a triple strike
The sickle slides [?] like you
You get mixed up in the pot with my [?]
For acting up like [?]
Fucking useless, I wouldn’t let you tie my shoe
[Verse 4: Datkid]
Hey Yo Piff send me that shit that’s my mic too
Before I start [?] like I can’t find my zoot
Black fill, chrome outline the outlines too
Police fly around the corner so I have to [?]
I’m all over this shit but there’s no flies on me
Still hungry like there’s no eyes on me
Treat everything like it’s mine till it is
Then I’m liking a bit
You’re right if you think I’m sizing your shit, bitch
I don’t think I would if I could stop
I [?], I’m Santana at Woodstock
Don’t judge a cover by the bookshop
You play the bad cop, what the fuck’s a good cop ? (I don’t know)
When it comes to [?], I’m this posh
[?] in your face for a spit wash
Everybody hates Piff like Chris Rock
So I feed them to the pigs like [?]
I’m really sick of all this shit pop
That they playing on the radio and saying that it’s hip-hop
I push the bar to the tip top
To see how far they can jump like Chris Kross
Houston, we’re ready for this done
[?], hands steady with the [?]
[????]
[Verse 2: Datkid]
Yo, don’t ask me how I pull it off
Start me and I couldn’t stop
I drink sniff and smoke till I’m coughing like a wooden box
Make you feel wool and soft
When I expose you I lifted up your skirt
In front of every man and took it off
And that’s me still awake from last week
I leave your car seats stainеd in my reach
From you bitch’s ass cheek
Because shе’s faster than my heart beat, you smell me ?
Ain’t shit you can’t tell me
You take L’s, I smoke elves, they’re both unhealthy
You can’t help me
[?] on my side
I can’t think of no raps, too much vagina on my mind
Cider on my breath, I’m higher than the tide
[?] like Michael Jordan I’m done balling
Still I moonwalk in my muddy [?] on your mum’s floor
And tell her mind how’s her son talking
I see a [?] and stick my [?]
Take everyone’s portion, without one caution
Wakmo
[Verse 3: Smellington Piff]
The grammar gets dark when the hammerhead shark starts ripping shit apart half bitten
Spitting darts at your brittle heart [?]
My riddle might cripple [?] it’s a triple strike
The sickle slides [?] like you
You get mixed up in the pot with my [?]
For acting up like [?]
Fucking useless, I wouldn’t let you tie my shoe
[Verse 4: Datkid]
Hey Yo Piff send me that shit that’s my mic too
Before I start [?] like I can’t find my zoot
Black fill, chrome outline the outlines too
Police fly around the corner so I have to [?]
I’m all over this shit but there’s no flies on me
Still hungry like there’s no eyes on me
Treat everything like it’s mine till it is
Then I’m liking a bit
You’re right if you think I’m sizing your shit, bitch
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