"Barbiturates" lyrics
Bruiser Wolf, Twista & Raphy Lyrics
My conditions was pre-set
I need a reset mentally
Well-versed biblically
Take this L mo' than come you puppets
Don't temp on me
They pockets hemorrhaging
They see the Benjamins
And want a piggyback
No thanks, it's only one slide at the top
A piggy bank (A piggy bank)
Lady Luck going through her stripper phase
She gon' show me the real ones
After she separate them
These lines perforated
They're wrong cut, mess up the paper
Fuck with the ingenuity of the block
They leave you smoking like a carburetor
I'm not a trick
I'm a thick bitch compensator
My relationships got a poly nature
In the booth with headphones
Like a commentator
If I ran, it was out of favors
After school, put tracks on wax like hairdos
Don't you dare snooze
I used to cruise
Now 200 the norm
In a burnt orange foreign T
He money liquid, it's pourin' in
With packaged birds like Cornish hens
Dior everything
Dior everything
My nigga, my nigga
This Christian make me feel born again
Bruiser
I conjure maneuvers
My music be blasting with gigahertz
Ganja pursuer, entrepreneur
My havin' the giga hurt
Watch how a nigga work
I'ma handle her
Her clean-up man
When I'm in action
I'm a janitor
If she bad like Michael Jackson
I'ma Janet her
I once asked a nigga
"Can I be her manager?"
Then I told her
That I was a fan of her
Then hit it from the back
When I bent down over the banister
I be smokin' weed from a canister
Wonderin' what can I rhyme with Bruiser Wolf
Gotta find a word that's unusual
I'm so cold
You wanna use your wool
Like the coat I have
That got your bitch deepthroatin'
I guess that makes me
A wolf in sheep's clothing
My reefer be potent
Peep when we rode it
People be foldin'
Streets should've told him
Bruiser and Twista
We should be goated
She wanna bang
I got my shooter
I am not lying, Wolf
Pull on my mane
So I can do her
I am a lion, Wolf
For niggas who lame
Yes, he is a loser
He was tryin', Wolf
He's insane
He said he could be Bruiser
He was cryin' Wolf
I spit game like a poker chip
Just to poke a bitch
Knock her back like Djokovic
Then join a band
Just to fuck a female vocalist
The bars I sic you with
Will decide how sick you get
So will the barbiturate
Save you from what the bar bitch you with?
And that's my bitch you wit'
Twista
I need a reset mentally
Well-versed biblically
Take this L mo' than come you puppets
Don't temp on me
They pockets hemorrhaging
They see the Benjamins
And want a piggyback
No thanks, it's only one slide at the top
A piggy bank (A piggy bank)
Lady Luck going through her stripper phase
She gon' show me the real ones
After she separate them
These lines perforated
They're wrong cut, mess up the paper
Fuck with the ingenuity of the block
They leave you smoking like a carburetor
I'm not a trick
I'm a thick bitch compensator
My relationships got a poly nature
In the booth with headphones
Like a commentator
If I ran, it was out of favors
After school, put tracks on wax like hairdos
Don't you dare snooze
I used to cruise
Now 200 the norm
In a burnt orange foreign T
He money liquid, it's pourin' in
With packaged birds like Cornish hens
Dior everything
Dior everything
My nigga, my nigga
This Christian make me feel born again
Bruiser
I conjure maneuvers
My music be blasting with gigahertz
Ganja pursuer, entrepreneur
My havin' the giga hurt
Watch how a nigga work
I'ma handle her
Her clean-up man
When I'm in action
I'm a janitor
If she bad like Michael Jackson
I'ma Janet her
I once asked a nigga
"Can I be her manager?"
Then I told her
That I was a fan of her
Then hit it from the back
When I bent down over the banister
I be smokin' weed from a canister
Wonderin' what can I rhyme with Bruiser Wolf
Gotta find a word that's unusual
I'm so cold
You wanna use your wool
Like the coat I have
That got your bitch deepthroatin'
I guess that makes me
A wolf in sheep's clothing
My reefer be potent
Peep when we rode it
People be foldin'
Streets should've told him
Bruiser and Twista
We should be goated
She wanna bang
I got my shooter
I am not lying, Wolf
Pull on my mane
So I can do her
I am a lion, Wolf
For niggas who lame
Yes, he is a loser
He was tryin', Wolf
He's insane
He said he could be Bruiser
He was cryin' Wolf
I spit game like a poker chip
Just to poke a bitch
Knock her back like Djokovic
Then join a band
Just to fuck a female vocalist
The bars I sic you with
Will decide how sick you get
So will the barbiturate
Save you from what the bar bitch you with?
And that's my bitch you wit'
Twista
