Drew a Rose from the Corner by K.N.P. Lyrics
Yea Yea Yea
Okay
Yea
[Verse 1: T Kapone]
Strike the cymbal and you crumble in fear
Hit the blunt and let the motha' fucking devil steer
While a spanish baby sucking me and shifts to fourth gear
I'm just tryna' get the fuck out of this place right here , yea
This place is evil
Hit two girls call it a sequel
This flow is lethal spike your veins like a needle, I'm the heroin
Fight with a blind fold make it fair again
Fuck this shit im getting arrogant, smoke on some asparagus
Experiment with lesbian simaritans and liquor is my therapist
I am a rookie but im getting nookie like a veteran
I'm fucking and sucking employees im David Letterman Bitch
Imma slow down the count
Liquor and bitches there ain't no max amount
This one bunny didn't know what i was about
So i puked on her and fucked her made that pussy a fount-ain
Imma climb the game like a mountain
Imma keep going till i get the fucking crown
And imma do it in blood like im the count
And the beat with the lyrics is what i am pounding
This one for the bitches that let me hit it in tenth grade
You created a monster who's about to get his wealth gain
Imma purchase a hotel chain
Smoke and fuck until i get chest pains
Sell grains in a twelve gauge
Check out my webpage
Spits nothing except rage
Help shape the game in my own way
Own way, own way, own way
[Verse 2: Nip$y & T Kapone]
Cup in my left, blunt in my right
Mix em both up tryna get my mind right
Keep ya eye on your bitch, I'll take her slight
Running through Asgard with the might of Thor
Start talking shit, might find me at your door
I'm the core, I'm the veteran
Pull up at your bitches house in some corduroys and a Letterman
Hit the door with a secret knock she know, she gotta let him in
Dropped her draws
Sight was fucking unsettling
N I P S Y I stay fucking meddling
Fuck a hoe so hard
Legs shaking like Ketamine
[Verse 3: T Kapone]
Hocus Pocus
Flows the dopest
Got bitches wet like super soakers
Bitch you know this
Flows the boldest
Spit cool my pubes are frozen so yo bitches noses always stay the coldest
Hold it
The blunts we just rolled it
The money we just fold it
The game we control it
Your flows old and molded
So imma keep spitting and scolding
Your girl telling me to own it
Fuck up an opponent
The chosing zoning focused rap token has spoken
Putting pussy boys to sleep like melatonin
He's boning ripping of bitches clothing it's a bonus
Give the opposing rap rodents my condolence I'm just on it
These other rapper dont want it my lyrics stay haunted , stay haunted
Told this girl she too fat and she slapped my Johnson
Start a riot with Logic, Mac and Action bronson
Leaving bitches paralyzed like Mr. Swanson
Getting cheese like wisconsin you, condom
Imma motha fuckin bomb them
Strike a palm upon them
These bitches want a song up on them
Its like they nuts
Use pecan batons upon them,i mean peacan
Snort blow for the weeknd not the days the singer who be fucking tweaking
Not even 21 but i be fucking sneaking
I plug ya bitches holes like she leaking
What
[Verse 4: Nip$y]
Woke up from these drug induced dreams
Snow in the sky
Powder in the seems of my clothes
I stay moving slow
But when I see the green, yea I gotta go
Bruce Banner with the motherfucking gamma flow
Keep an eye on your girl or I'll mothafucking smash your hoe
Stop
Collaborate and drop
Now, watch how I walk
I ain't gonna stop
Going to the top
Prop up your girl like a coat rack
Ring up the next one and head to the sack
Hit it from the back
B1 battleship set to attack
This is the mothafuckin rap pack
Grab a backwood, a tray and a pack
Smoke it all up but imma get it right back
Countin paper like it's Dunder Mifflin
Now sit back and watch our mothafucking vision
Get in the way, that's a head on colission
I'm gone
[Outro: T Kapone]
Cup in my left hand, blunt in my right
Mix em' both up yea, tryina' get my mind right
Pull up freshly tardy
Do it till I get a motha fuckin' Rauri'
Leave the pre-game to the party
Sippin' Bacardi
Poppin' pills like smarties
Okay
Yea
[Verse 1: T Kapone]
Strike the cymbal and you crumble in fear
Hit the blunt and let the motha' fucking devil steer
While a spanish baby sucking me and shifts to fourth gear
I'm just tryna' get the fuck out of this place right here , yea
This place is evil
Hit two girls call it a sequel
This flow is lethal spike your veins like a needle, I'm the heroin
Fight with a blind fold make it fair again
Fuck this shit im getting arrogant, smoke on some asparagus
Experiment with lesbian simaritans and liquor is my therapist
I am a rookie but im getting nookie like a veteran
I'm fucking and sucking employees im David Letterman Bitch
Imma slow down the count
Liquor and bitches there ain't no max amount
This one bunny didn't know what i was about
So i puked on her and fucked her made that pussy a fount-ain
Imma climb the game like a mountain
Imma keep going till i get the fucking crown
And imma do it in blood like im the count
And the beat with the lyrics is what i am pounding
This one for the bitches that let me hit it in tenth grade
You created a monster who's about to get his wealth gain
Imma purchase a hotel chain
Smoke and fuck until i get chest pains
Sell grains in a twelve gauge
Check out my webpage
Spits nothing except rage
Help shape the game in my own way
Own way, own way, own way
[Verse 2: Nip$y & T Kapone]
Cup in my left, blunt in my right
Mix em both up tryna get my mind right
Keep ya eye on your bitch, I'll take her slight
Running through Asgard with the might of Thor
Start talking shit, might find me at your door
I'm the core, I'm the veteran
Pull up at your bitches house in some corduroys and a Letterman
Hit the door with a secret knock she know, she gotta let him in
Dropped her draws
Sight was fucking unsettling
N I P S Y I stay fucking meddling
Fuck a hoe so hard
Legs shaking like Ketamine
[Verse 3: T Kapone]
Hocus Pocus
Flows the dopest
Got bitches wet like super soakers
Bitch you know this
Flows the boldest
Spit cool my pubes are frozen so yo bitches noses always stay the coldest
Hold it
The blunts we just rolled it
The money we just fold it
The game we control it
Your flows old and molded
So imma keep spitting and scolding
Your girl telling me to own it
Fuck up an opponent
The chosing zoning focused rap token has spoken
Putting pussy boys to sleep like melatonin
He's boning ripping of bitches clothing it's a bonus
Give the opposing rap rodents my condolence I'm just on it
These other rapper dont want it my lyrics stay haunted , stay haunted
Told this girl she too fat and she slapped my Johnson
Start a riot with Logic, Mac and Action bronson
Leaving bitches paralyzed like Mr. Swanson
Getting cheese like wisconsin you, condom
Imma motha fuckin bomb them
Strike a palm upon them
These bitches want a song up on them
Its like they nuts
Use pecan batons upon them,i mean peacan
Snort blow for the weeknd not the days the singer who be fucking tweaking
Not even 21 but i be fucking sneaking
I plug ya bitches holes like she leaking
What
[Verse 4: Nip$y]
Woke up from these drug induced dreams
Snow in the sky
Powder in the seems of my clothes
I stay moving slow
But when I see the green, yea I gotta go
Bruce Banner with the motherfucking gamma flow
Keep an eye on your girl or I'll mothafucking smash your hoe
Stop
Collaborate and drop
Now, watch how I walk
I ain't gonna stop
Going to the top
Prop up your girl like a coat rack
Ring up the next one and head to the sack
Hit it from the back
B1 battleship set to attack
This is the mothafuckin rap pack
Grab a backwood, a tray and a pack
Smoke it all up but imma get it right back
Countin paper like it's Dunder Mifflin
Now sit back and watch our mothafucking vision
Get in the way, that's a head on colission
I'm gone
[Outro: T Kapone]
Cup in my left hand, blunt in my right
Mix em' both up yea, tryina' get my mind right
Pull up freshly tardy
Do it till I get a motha fuckin' Rauri'
Leave the pre-game to the party
Sippin' Bacardi
Poppin' pills like smarties