Bonaparte Freestyle
Lyrics
I came to your crib
With a backpack on
And I swiped hella shit
Like a master card
So much coke I turned blue
Like I'm avatar
Your whole squad full of bitches
They acting hard
She grab on the sword
Like she Joan of Arc
And I ran through the pussy
It tore apart
Your boyfriend is short
Last name Bonaparte
And I freestyle the verse
Like it's Rohnert park
Fuck out my face it's a closed casket
I'm breaking your bones like a chicken basket
I don't need a hug mommy
Thanks for asking
The program is failing
Its fucking crashing
Using magic I send you to Azkaban
While that smile off your face like the Taliban
This is ratatouille need a big cheese
And I fuck a groupie so my dick bleeds
Mask on my face
When I rob em like Jason
All of you snakes
Need a damn education
Tore em apart
I'm a home wrecker face it
Rorschach test
And I fail every placement
Im in the place and the
Drugs got me lazy
666
Throw a bitch in the basement
Gone with the dead
And I'm rising with satan
13 blunts and
My mind goin crazy
Uh
Got em locked in
Body dropping
Pop pop and they flip like koston
100 models
Pop bottles
I'ma die
With my head In the shallow
Lil bad lil mamma
She mulato
Need the cash
Huir a cabo
I'm a god
I don't poke with a hallow
Your facade
Rip off like pronto
Writer(s): James Holley, Julian Quitoriano
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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