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Listen to Something Is Not Sweet Or Ripened, Until Served Sober…Songs From The Second Story Repenthouse by Infinite Disease & KirbLaGoop
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alfredo Esparza Jr.
Alfredo Esparza Jr.
Songwriter
ryan allen kirby
ryan allen kirby
Songwriter

Lyrics

Four, four me
Yeah, CA, talk to me, hello, hello
Yeah, FL, talk to me, for me
Let's get it
I still pour it in the four
I still sell it in the hoe, in the hoe
If you know, you know
G double O, people
I know
One double O, on the phone
I still pour, pour-pour
For me
I need more, more, for me
I can't go, for me
Love is hard to find
Need more
Throwing fifties, not no ones but the hunnids on me
Speakers knockin', knew I had to get it by my lonely
You ain't no playa, 'cause you never played the game
What's the point if what you love doesn't bring you stripper pain?
I was raised different
Two brains, colored fantasy
Hold your weight, with my pinky ring
You talk don't think, Brick just isolate
Look, who finished plate
You want consent, aight, let's play
Aight, let's play
I give and take because I had to have it
(You did it)
The wand chose me, abracadaba
(You beat the demon)
Told wifey, turn around and let's make magic
She don't even know me like that, copy-paste things
Kept that tookie blunt
Took the quiz, it ain't just funny, partner
It's a classic
What y'all need to do is practice stamina
Four seasons, hole in one, this the gambit
Saved name under phantom, dripping panties
(What, what)
For the team, I sway and slay these hoes
Something like a cancer
If not now, who else got the answer?
(You ain't-)
Trusting, flashing tactics
Like two uncles named Mitchell, Cameron
Turned y'all inside out, sequenced
Yes, I stab 'em
(I'm the one)
Round and round, bucket looking like a phantom
You my student asking questions, like what's a co-stanza
Automated, kid, check your Kelsey Grammar
Prancer shoulders filled with dander
Baby, check them pampers
Mommy milkers on her, no wonder I relate to Mandark
Opps can't get a piece
Wouldn't even have enough bullets, baby
She got them eyes
Make me dabble in agriculture, my G
Ain't no I in team, but this slap contains a few feet
Ooey gooey goodness, samples by thedreamteam
Still pouring four, aesthetic colored purple green
Stomping through the hood, just Iron Giant things
All them children flee from true religion genes
It's bigger than leads
You apart of me, that's we
Arch your back, use the pillow while you cream
Pretty woman isn't always as she seemed, nah
One hell of a machine
Use this beard to tequila and squirt on me
Take it like a true queen
All these things, became real thanks to divine wings
You better take notice or
Find somewhere else to row merrily, merrily
If you could read my mind
How wonderful it'd be, like we never left
For me to see, we on the beach, for me
Yeah talk to me talk to me
I can't go
I still pour it in the four
I still sell it in the hoe, in the hoe
If you know, you know
Say you love me
G double O, people
I know
Say you love me
One double O on the phone
I still pour, pour-pour
I need you to say it
I need more, more
I can't go, you love me
Don't you love me?
Bitch, know me, bitch know the P
Sell it for the fee, right for the three
Yeah
Don't you love me?
One double oh 'till the casket drop
Hunnid
One double oh 'till the casket drop
I love you, Hunnid
Ain't never gonna flop, never been no bop
All my bitches with that pussy, better sell that twat
Written by: Alfredo Esparza Jr., ryan allen kirby

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