Danny Brown - Tim Westwood Freestyle lyrics

rate me

I made it all those semi bars

Act like Santa Clause, I put you in a thicker form

My literature was like that, woke this shit and celebrate

And you’re on the podium with B tail rodeo

Your bitch like a leach on my scrotum

Hoe tried to kill that dick, strangle them and choke them

After she was done I looked down at my penis

Bit the kind and shrugged and said she really didn’t mean it

See, nigga, I’m anemic with anger, just a Stevie Wonder blink

I take a piss in the same sink you wash dishes with

Atlanta weight, deep shit, your …

Pull the biscuit then you dip like cocktail sauce

In so many shrimp I got eye dye poison

These hoes on my dick I look like Roy Orbison

Had a foursome with four hoes, they said a twelve

One was chubby, one was ugly, other one white as hell

Take another hit and I pass out, rapping like I’m ashed out

Sneaking bitches up, the granny passed out

Hoe, what that ass about? Don’t let your cash out, my phone won’t let it rain

You could get that ass mashed out, bitch I’m on that cash route

Ain’t looking for a west out, talking about molly when all I need is a headshot

I need a dollar for everyone, but not away a lot

Tryina make the breast out, calling up the dreadlocks

Bitch, I’m on my pace house, harbor, narrow

And your bitch want me to go tiky on her bank-o

I got these rad niggas yelling encore

While I beat bip on the hair of a Rapunzel

Think about me and masturbate with the bossy

Bout to take the game and put that bitch up in the closet

But in the end I’m just a dirty young man

With a pill in my mouth and a dick in my hand