adiondenton - llamaspit Lyrics

Came from the dim, dark, and dirty, bitch (dim, dark)
You heard me talking nerdy, but the bird is where the shorties spit (talking nerdy)
Oh lord I'm sick from pouring this
Soda in my shorties kicks
I'm more than lit
Foreign bitches lure em back and torment them
Foreign bitches corny nigga, immigration imported nigga
Hand x and I score em bigger, pour em liquor, playing Chrono Trigger
I'm soaring nigga, pork your mistress
While I'm eating porks with forks
It's so deplorable shit
Drinking on some llamaspit (drink, spit)
Don't call me meech right now, I'm mitch (mitch, mitch)
I'm horny more than witches' tits (tits, tits)
When its said, imma keep it like a hundred more than this (this, this)
I'm counting hundreds in milligrams
I'm mini man
Been a kid since god had a plan
I'm kidding, can
You really see
The enemy in front of me
I'm staring, starting to look bleak
My face is staring back at me
(what do you mean)
These niggas guessing imma reverend
I might be your savior (I might be your savior)
And I'm so f*ck you pay me lately I don't do no favors
I cannot save her
I gotta savor, all of her many flavors
Sucking on her clit, clit
Bitch is dry as hell like wafers
Communion wafers, good idea if it's kept on paper
But it can't stay and lately, my baby been paying in vapor
I wear a cape all day, a hero should come and then save her
But with the plug can't stay away, I guess the pain is greater
Now or later
And here I sit
Lying and then appear again
Try to catch a break from a peer and try to steer em off the pyramid
Put the flesh to the pain and then sear it
Even when I pass my task will still be continued in spirit
You know that I'm hyper, I'm turning it up (turn it up)
That boy need a clover he ran outta luck (outta luck)
Back seat of the rover, we stare at the sun
I'm getting them blues
It's making me cum (making me cum)
F*ck all you niggas, I'm just having fun
Turn it to ten, you stay at a one (at a one)
But I'm number one, pardon my punch
Money too much, turn me to a cunt
Nigga what's up? (nigga what's up)
Hand on my gun (hand on my gun)
I'm ready to blow (ready to blow up)
It's ready to cum (ready to what?)
Hold on, hold on, pause (hold on, pause)
Got shit kinda sus (got shit kinda sus)
I skirt in a go-kart, while geeked off the drugs
Yeah I f*ck with that, I f*ck with that
You f*cking up, I'm tried and true (yeah, yeah)
You lost and found
I'm trying now to stand in front of baby blues (baby blues)
I'm trying to see out of you
Perspective inside, tighten noose
Now listen
I might die for you
Or cry for you
Or lie for you
Wait a minute, wait a minute (wait, wait)
Sixty seconds, imma mind my business
Okay now beginning (hey, hey)
Okay now I'm winning (hey, hey)
Okay now I'm feeling wavy, wavy, wavy (hey, hey)
Now it's crazy hitting
Slow up there, f*ck being timid (hey, hey)
In the air, think I hit my limit (hey, hey)
Sike sike, imma go and hit it (hey, hey)
If I'm ever slipping
I got all my bitches (hey, hey)
And all my niggas (all my niggas)
All my llamaspittas (all my llamspittas)
Shout out to my nigga (shout out to my nigga)
(adiondenton) (adiondenton)