SaveMoney - Illuminati Slumber Party lyrics

rate me

West side burglerer, take a pretty lady home

Cut her up surgical, swag never had it

It’s cool, I’ma manage

I feel like I’m ozzie again, meaning I’m a savage

North side pimp stroll, can’t go hat low

Niggas like, hey I like your music

I be like swag bro southside recess

Deep water, deep breath

Fuck niggas too pressed, hash tag af

Let a nigga hate because they bitches prolly love the shit

Killer pussy oj I just hope my glove will fit

This will be my new flow, kick game judo

Whip game down won, I get my lebronn on

Shawty give me great head, I just call her head strong

I think that I’m weezy f, back when he was mad on

Boy that shit radical, nali I’m too stoned

My women like they in the playdough

I hit them with different stroke

Swimming in a sea full of pussy and lean

Shark in the water, y’all are sardines

Mike why you trippin, you know I got love cause

Blue till the day I drop, I could draw blood, blood

Niggas really negative

I’m just tryina spread love, written on the walls of the halls

All dead thugs, rest in peace to projects

Rest in peace this b2

I’m a vegetarian, I turn beef to beef stool

Cut em up, clean em up, dry em off, cook em

Boom hot stick em, hot, hot stick em

I do it big as mountains do, call that shit cold red

The last line was cold word

Shout out to my old heads

I could keep spittin till I run out of saliva

I know I favor ab, but I think I’m way lava

Chillin with my lady, eating calamari pasta

This rap shit easy, I’m just working on my pasture

Remember back in school we was so 8 typical

Fuck nigga try me and the shit get critical

Now I’m on another plane, figurative, literal

So keep your third eye open, thoughts are physical

Crack rock, crack rock, crack rock

Ask em what the difference between a good cop, bad cop

If the key cut, then you keep it on the padlock

Send the hit leave them feel like mad lock

And beat the case like matlock

Crème de la crème, will keep em coming for the cash crop

Switch the pace up, or keep on trippin off that lace us

Try and tie em up, they tie you down and fuck your face up

They watch the power stack, and build a tower to betrayal

Wonder boy the torturer, and the comprend was the mayor

Guilty pleasures to justifier it was the make up

Fuck the minus who out to line you, it’s nothing major

A pack of poachers approaches, to get your passi pot

Tryina cut the quarter to make the quota you prolly choke

Bars will keep you filthy, scared that they now drop they soul

How that one story going up and make them...slow

Be nimble, say bitch be nimbles

Sips of jacks to keep the richess life so simple

Trips to paris just to break up all your old issues

Use em for what it’s worth and never do you mis use

For the secrecy, secrets will get you blown to pieces

So I said the secretly keep a piece of lease

...it’s no escape, see you running in a legless race

Drop out, to your face, put them bullets to your lace

Let them bitches fornicate,

Little fists is in my palm

Ride you for my dinner plate

On 40, tuck the 44, in the 4 door

Rocking 4 light, don’t forget what they don’t know

It’s history, like 7 years in foscos, fuck your mofos

Left you bitches ofos, till that 45 come

Leave you 6 below, that’s all she wrote

Ak your brass, shut your pea hole

Reload, bitch hit the ...depo

Finger roll the hold up to the times up d rose

Get your ass free throw, pow pow for the point 2

Sorry won’t cut this, so I prolly disappoint you

Tell you what you wanna do, lay your finger on me

Knock a nigga off his 2 feet, with the 2 piece for the qp

Qp keep them cute kids, brother from the mother

But that fella ain’t cool t

I ain’t no rapper but here’s a quarter bite

I’m a vicious bout the bucket blow I spit the dynamites

Prolly do some blow tonight, hit a bitch to blow me right

See her man again, I turn into a poltergeist

Same bitch hold the choppa, make you come the kingdom

Chest beat you proper, hit your words nigga king kong

Let that thunder clap and watch the niggas have a brain storm

Work will leave you busy and the honey make them bees swarm

Like need I say more? Rock the trap house leave the glass on the floor

Can’t them young niggas make hits anymore?

The times up the ticker, skellin on me money and the clock’s always tickin

If life give you lemons then stack up your chickens

Them dogs in the kitchen, beweare what you bittin

Now texas rattle snakes shit, austin here to tape it

Leave her stone cold, body stunned

A jason, laid the...

Kicking through them wood boys, karate choppin good horse

Flow so butter melted on these leather chords.