Dali Lama by Teazy Lyrics
Fuck H-Block boi
Fuck Maile Compton
Fuck Kapolei
7 fuckin oh 7 on top
(We got Sosa on the beat)
(We got London on tha track)
Gang in this bitch
Gang in this bitch, nigga
GANG IN THIS BITCH NIGGA!!!
Chillin in the fuckin' schoo
I see one bird, but it's not a boo
Make doodoo, flyin, hope it land on you
Fuck you Leroy, cook you like a fuckin koi
You's one fluffy boi, eat you like fuckin poi
You eat too much poi
FUCK
YOU
Fuck H-Block, hit you with this Glock
COCK!
DROP!
TOP!
We got hoes in yo socks
Ya bitch gimme sloppy top
Chillin in this fuckin' schoo
You're a fuckin girl, girls rule, boys drool
Fuck I said it wrong
I don't really give a fuck
I go schoo cuz I don't even have a duck
Hit you with this bool
Then I cool
I make you fuckin drool
Pull out your gun, we gon have one fuckin duel
Ainokea if you shoot me in my fuckin head, uh
I prolly end up dead, on yo bed, makin bread, uh
Ya bitch pussy black like lead
I don't care I still fuckin shred it
Shred it like we on a sled, I don't care
Tandem surfin in fuckin White Plains boyyyyy
Fuck White Plains
I'm one fuckin Yokohama bombah
Fuck yo mama in my fuckin' Honda
Fuck that, I take her to Uganda
She black, so she want this black mamba
Spittin' bars but I don't want no drama
I go home and I fuckin pet my Dali Lama
She's a fuckin G, kinda like me
Come to the schoo
You gon fuckin see me spittin bars
In my fuckin mom's car
I don't give a fuck
Hit you like a sittin duck
SCHOOL
RULE
BOYS
DROOL
CRACK PIPE HIT THAT FAKAH ALL DAY FUCK YOU
DAMN!
Fuck Bryson Tiller
He's a lil bitch
Mob em at Pathways, now we fuckin rich
(Oh fuck, fuck bro, fuck bro dawg)
(What happened bro)
(My mom just went fuckin' text me dawg)
(Fuck, fuck I gotta go home cook rice)
(My dad makin' pork chops tonight)
(Fuckin' shake 'n' bake dawg)
(We fuckin' eatin' good)
(YEEE!)
(Peace out you fakahs, bettah tink twice before you try to fiyah back)
(We're comin' in hot)
(Dis our diss track boi)
POI FUCKIN' KILLAHS
WOOOOOAHHHH!
Fuck Maile Compton
Fuck Kapolei
7 fuckin oh 7 on top
(We got Sosa on the beat)
(We got London on tha track)
Gang in this bitch
Gang in this bitch, nigga
GANG IN THIS BITCH NIGGA!!!
Chillin in the fuckin' schoo
I see one bird, but it's not a boo
Make doodoo, flyin, hope it land on you
Fuck you Leroy, cook you like a fuckin koi
You's one fluffy boi, eat you like fuckin poi
You eat too much poi
FUCK
YOU
Fuck H-Block, hit you with this Glock
COCK!
DROP!
TOP!
We got hoes in yo socks
Ya bitch gimme sloppy top
Chillin in this fuckin' schoo
You're a fuckin girl, girls rule, boys drool
Fuck I said it wrong
I don't really give a fuck
I go schoo cuz I don't even have a duck
Hit you with this bool
Then I cool
I make you fuckin drool
Pull out your gun, we gon have one fuckin duel
Ainokea if you shoot me in my fuckin head, uh
I prolly end up dead, on yo bed, makin bread, uh
Ya bitch pussy black like lead
I don't care I still fuckin shred it
Shred it like we on a sled, I don't care
Tandem surfin in fuckin White Plains boyyyyy
Fuck White Plains
I'm one fuckin Yokohama bombah
Fuck yo mama in my fuckin' Honda
Fuck that, I take her to Uganda
She black, so she want this black mamba
Spittin' bars but I don't want no drama
I go home and I fuckin pet my Dali Lama
She's a fuckin G, kinda like me
Come to the schoo
You gon fuckin see me spittin bars
In my fuckin mom's car
I don't give a fuck
Hit you like a sittin duck
SCHOOL
RULE
BOYS
DROOL
CRACK PIPE HIT THAT FAKAH ALL DAY FUCK YOU
DAMN!
Fuck Bryson Tiller
He's a lil bitch
Mob em at Pathways, now we fuckin rich
(Oh fuck, fuck bro, fuck bro dawg)
(What happened bro)
(My mom just went fuckin' text me dawg)
(Fuck, fuck I gotta go home cook rice)
(My dad makin' pork chops tonight)
(Fuckin' shake 'n' bake dawg)
(We fuckin' eatin' good)
(YEEE!)
(Peace out you fakahs, bettah tink twice before you try to fiyah back)
(We're comin' in hot)
(Dis our diss track boi)
POI FUCKIN' KILLAHS
WOOOOOAHHHH!