Dhalsim by Kvng LXXVII Lyrics
[VERSE 1]
Gordon Ramsay with the knife work
This boy thinkin' he cookin' me?
You fucked up, now your luck's up
'Bouta put fif' up to Booker T
This twig crazy
So sad, this bitch boy tried pushin' me
I stopped "Grindin' "
Now it's all Clipse, and I let it "Blocka" like Pusha T
Bitch boi you got baby lungs, you really don't want no smoke
Stuck your neck at the wrong abo, now you'll leave with no throat bitch
What the fuck you been smokin'? Stupid
Lil' man you like 90 pounds
Don't get your ribs broken, stupid
Your "loft" gets sprayed up with 90 rounds
One flow that's straight trash, be honored I'm blessing you now
You killed yourself
I'll bring the "Smith" and then scatter his body like "Seven Pounds"
You bitch boy, your heart goin' a cappella when your chest hit
You the son that I don't want
You Will Smith on the Fresh Prince
Yous a stick, yous a bitch go and suck your girls lil dick bitch
I wouldn't be surprised if we found out your wrist are being slit
Lil man track shit it sounds better with the mic off
Go n suck another dick , you get your money when the. lights off
Spiting fire like I'm Dhalsim
Mothafucka yous a light weight
By the time the cop find him
You know it gonna be to late
Baby boy is getting murdered
He better hold this fucken L
It’s the end close the curtains
Boutta send you down to fuckin hell
Boutta send you down to fuckin hell
Its no time to hide in your fucking shell
You barely know English boy
Guess its time to learn how to fucken spell
[Chorus]
Bitch don’t even try to test me
Don’t know why you tryna flex b
Wearing all that fake Gucci
Thats not off white you can't fool me
[VERSE 2]
That not off white you can't fool me
Don’t know what you think you doing
Thinking everybody's brain dead
Your brain must have been glued in
Im boutta switch the flow
That’s something that you don’t know
All your new girls they be hoes
Leave you in a cell no phone
Leave you in a cell no phone
Head looking like a gnome
Thinking that hes hard
Because the Africans actually know him
[Chorus]
Bitch don’t even try to test me
Don’t know why you tryna flex b
Wearing all that fake Gucci
Thats not off white you can't fool me
Bitch don’t even try to test me
Don’t know why you tryna flex b
Wearing all that fake Gucci
Thats not off white you can't fool me
Gordon Ramsay with the knife work
This boy thinkin' he cookin' me?
You fucked up, now your luck's up
'Bouta put fif' up to Booker T
This twig crazy
So sad, this bitch boy tried pushin' me
I stopped "Grindin' "
Now it's all Clipse, and I let it "Blocka" like Pusha T
Bitch boi you got baby lungs, you really don't want no smoke
Stuck your neck at the wrong abo, now you'll leave with no throat bitch
What the fuck you been smokin'? Stupid
Lil' man you like 90 pounds
Don't get your ribs broken, stupid
Your "loft" gets sprayed up with 90 rounds
One flow that's straight trash, be honored I'm blessing you now
You killed yourself
I'll bring the "Smith" and then scatter his body like "Seven Pounds"
You bitch boy, your heart goin' a cappella when your chest hit
You the son that I don't want
You Will Smith on the Fresh Prince
Yous a stick, yous a bitch go and suck your girls lil dick bitch
I wouldn't be surprised if we found out your wrist are being slit
Lil man track shit it sounds better with the mic off
Go n suck another dick , you get your money when the. lights off
Spiting fire like I'm Dhalsim
Mothafucka yous a light weight
By the time the cop find him
You know it gonna be to late
Baby boy is getting murdered
He better hold this fucken L
It’s the end close the curtains
Boutta send you down to fuckin hell
Boutta send you down to fuckin hell
Its no time to hide in your fucking shell
You barely know English boy
Guess its time to learn how to fucken spell
[Chorus]
Bitch don’t even try to test me
Don’t know why you tryna flex b
Wearing all that fake Gucci
Thats not off white you can't fool me
[VERSE 2]
That not off white you can't fool me
Don’t know what you think you doing
Thinking everybody's brain dead
Your brain must have been glued in
Im boutta switch the flow
That’s something that you don’t know
All your new girls they be hoes
Leave you in a cell no phone
Leave you in a cell no phone
Head looking like a gnome
Thinking that hes hard
Because the Africans actually know him
[Chorus]
Bitch don’t even try to test me
Don’t know why you tryna flex b
Wearing all that fake Gucci
Thats not off white you can't fool me
Bitch don’t even try to test me
Don’t know why you tryna flex b
Wearing all that fake Gucci
Thats not off white you can't fool me