Rella Lyrics

I f**ked this flow
This is my electronic press kit
Uh huh it's some fresh shit
Nigga recollect bitch
Grow grey hairs, don't stress it
I text message, messages to f**k in estrogen
She let's me in, I sex her then she sexier than my
leather vans
Cause I never am purchasing
Reimbursing your currency
Put your body on the
To work the street, I hurt the streets
Heard she sweet, she hershey's sweet
But me I'm extravagent
Hop on the bandwagon kid
I'm about to tell you some tragic shit
The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio
mixing raw
Bitches... my draws like you... my draws, nigga my
dick's in her jaw
I'm wes snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the
Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into snapple
f**k the pick of the raffle, king of the castle
Nigga, genghis khan mention, marilyn manson
Making money in the present, it be safe for my
African drugs for when the champ come

[Domo Genesis:]
Suicide watch nigga
Kill yourself
Oposition who?
Nigga reveal yourself
How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?
Splinter cell creepin in this bitch, you couldn't feel
the stealth
Wolves are prowling, hunger at it's f**king best
I'm a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest
Please let me flex, I'm going off I need some f**kin'
Drugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need
f**kin' head
Excuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like jenny
Fresh to death then I guess we living like the living
Oh shit yo bitch, look at how I'm doing you
Bitches on my dick but look at me I'm f**king beautiful
Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my
interviews is why this so cool? you niggas are so
Wolf gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to
Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula

The fortress is fortified (bitch)
Money in my pockets like I'm forty-five
Hodgy beats recording live
Bitch I be surely high
And I don't need wings to fly
I'm the air with the pigs
Left brain, domo genesis

[Tyler The Creator:]
Knock, knock
Whos' there?
It's me, your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with
my dick
I killed that pussy and grabbed that knife
Now I got real authentic cheetah print shit (nigga
you're a liar)
Nigga don't believe me, kiss your lady
And where you gonna get those heebie jeebies?
Nigga my dick stay diseased
I make it look easy
Fifty-one fifty, I'm off the heezy

(You ain't got no f**kin' yeezy?
5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain't got no f**kin'
I betchu got some j-kwon.
You ain't got no f**kin yeezy?)

Came in the game like speedy gonzalez, I'm f**kin'
See these girls talkin' all that shit (what?)
I'm just tryna see some tits (what?)
Let's get it poppin' like, mc lyte, around some dykes
Out this bitch like hokus pokus
And me and lucas got a couple of pickles
And met up with bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimples
Then my dick went limp so, took about 3 pills of
Now my dick's longer than a 5 door limo
Harder than a soft right hook from kimbo
On pcp and cilantro, when I'm with your bitch I'm like
Where my dick go?
Now she think I'm bout to eat her hole
Encho and lada, I gotta lotta that preme and I'm paying
It seems tha I'm product placement but not I'm just
f**kin' awesome
Yo mama look like a ugly, (f**king) loser

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Songwriter(s): Dominique Cole, Gerard Long, Tyler Okonma, Vyron Turner

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