Exile - Klepto lyrics

rate me

It's your boy, so go home boy, back to your crib, unemployed

While I play like a little boy, and get paid, major, don't dennoy

You're loving, the way I make noise, playing with my NPC toys

Back off of me, cause you think you're hard you're all soft to me

Your beats, they sound a little off to me

I don't nod my head, just look at you awkwardly

You should just rip the ears off of me

Cause I don't lie, I can take a shit openly

That's right, put it back, Even Angelo was better than that

I turn your snare into your face getting smacked like spac!

I'ma let you know what I'm about

You ain't about, shit, you ain't about

I'm about to take the npc out of your fucking house

I'ma let you know what I'm about and you ain't about

I'm about to take the npc out of your fucking house

And it's all too silly, to me, ... they take it too sincerely

I'm jack tripping all, so don't you get near me or

3's a company dawg...

Without a doubt, I turn it out, ... all about

... in the fucking house... you will know what's up

Shit ... uppercuts of the... and pulling dresses up

So I can reveal what's up, that's what's up, that's what's up

I'm extra tough, plus I'm extra nuts

I got 4 balls 2 dicks and 3 sluts

One for the cunt, one for the butt

One to juggle 3 balls, the one that's left you could suck

I'ma let you know what I'm about

Apparently you ain't about

Shit, and I'm about

To knock the microphone out of your fucking mouse

I'ma let you know what I'm about

And you ain't about

Shit so I'm about

To knock the microphone out of your fucking mouse

Get it out, it doesn't belong there,

In your face, I put my arms there

Better yet, during a show, I create a bomb scare

I'm like, everybody get out, it's gonna blow, get out of there

That's the only way your shit's gonna blow..

I guess you blow bro, you better go home listen to my ... in slow mo

Mo, mo, mo, motion, coast to coasting

I be ... broads in the motherfucking sushi that's still alive in the ocean

Haters talk shit but still rewind, like o shit

... beat makers scratchers and hip hop vocals

... and hell will start choking... me with a gift that ticks, open it

I'ma let you know what I'm about and you ain't about

Shit, so I'm about, to take the turn tables out your fucking house

I'ma let you know what I'm about and you ain't about

Shit, so I'm about, to take all your equipment out your fucking house