Michael Christmas - Leonard Washington lyrics

rate me

Fax nigga, mad grass nigga

I can't even pass a fucking math test, nigga

Dropped out, got a nigga mad press figure

I do maps like Magellan and Map Quest, nigga

We go together like P's and Q's

Go together like fat bitches need the view

Go together like Chris Brown need his booze

Go together like toilets and poo

In Dutch, rebel's the bay

But wouldn't let me through

Even if I had two broken legs

These bitches want my money,

I ain't got a penny saved

Penny savers don't save a lot

Where I'm shopping, nigga, eh

I get play like Greg Odor(?) in the playoffs

Like Dad Growls(?) when his new ACA came off

I drink like I got laid off

And if you wasn't on my dick before, bitch,

Stay off!

I think I'm Bing Crosby, sing crowdly in a lobby

With dice an d a cup of coffee

Do this everyday, like budist meditating

Rapping ain't no game, that's why they mad

That a nigga playn,

Dressed up, scarved by the sense of being a chaser

Would have wished that Shawn Down(?) and a nigga might have made it

And then I might get payment

Michael Jackson moon walking off the spaceship

I'm high as that, nigga, and that's a fact, nigga

Top turn buckle for these raps like

5 star frog splash, nigga

Treacherous at math and science classes

Wish the fat asses walked slow like pork molasses

Teacher used to tell me, boy, you slow like some my lasses

Afraid they had a girl who took poll dance in classes

Cause the type of shit I'm on

Dave Chappelle, third season, bird season,

Fried, embedded, I be betting, dice game with Leonard Washington

Who the fuck Renee Zellweger?

This song look good in a sweater

Bitches Honeygram like Heather

And when the lights come off

And it's my turn to settle down,

I hope my bitches made a silicone cone look like Jackie Brown

Pam Grizz giving me hell, while my man steady, the nearest live theater

The third dragon, bare skin on my head, and the toe tag

I body beats like how my boy on the meat, like firenose dragons

Wild goose chase, top gun, I got the best balls in the Quad, son

Sqaud up!

Squa, squa squa squa