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iglooghost & mr. yote - サイドa كلمات الأغنية

[track 1: matcha + cream]

[intro]
yoteghost’s milk empire
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[verse: mr. yote]
yeah, h-llo, how it is?
the yotesquad president adressing all the kids
to get the f-ck outta here, go ahead, get rowdy
but the bounty on my head is [tabbed on ?] a little cowboy
see, this is how boys get down around here
down a couple rounds of [whole ?] gargoyle beer
now how’s smoke risen when i found all fittin’
in the middle of your mouth and in your eyes ball spheres

oh dear, now let me take the cheers to your throat
the keys to my knuckles meet your ears
high nose with the bridge just sittin’
don’t mind me kickin’ off the [butox/boo tocs ?] with new socks to find rest, yeah
now how about it? my peer for the night
my lady’s rather tougher than your team’s whole might
steam might rise if you meet low prides
but i reckon’ that your tea takes a chi to the fight
see it is i with the beat’s strong light
as a mean mother clubbin’ get your free road right
these hoes lie about the king most times
but whatever i am better by my queen’s [code side/coat site ?], motherf-cker

yeah, yotesquad

and whichever path tooken
yote drops cans of the granddad’s [?]
for ya

queen’s [code side/coat site ?], motherf-cker
queen’s [code side/coat site ?], motherf-cker

[track 2: braids]

[verse: mr. yote]
i never can found this oasis
so we lounge inside [?] opening eyes
to see, this place ain’t bad
might be dry but the skies ring glad
try, yeah yeah sigh
men won’t [?] so we all five die
but actually [?] to the sutures
out of this beat we’re seein’ how i risen
[?] you weren’t the only [?]
[?]
and now i made home with these sticks and these clovers
petals of shade, purpa-purple [dishevelment ?]
[level ?]my axe [?]
[?] my back
fill up the tub with the bubbles i made
[?] makin’ a maze
[?] my tub like it’s made from the havens
[?] my lapse
the angels sit on my [?] tip top
don’t stop and i’ll be washed
i’ll wash right out
so dig them fingers down till you reach my mental block
girl

(oh)

god d-mn, i’m six too deep
[?] your hands [] free
[?] your breeze
maybe i [?] bully
girl run back
kiss my -ss
d-mn, i can’t even think
i guess you a rush to come back here to me
hm, it’s all but a dream so i guess
i shall lay with the [?]
in me

these scorpions keep diggin’ through my brain
scorpions keep diggin’ through my brain
these scorpions keep diggin’ through my brain
scorpions keep diggin’ through my brain
these scorpions keep diggin’ through my brain
scorpions keep diggin’ through my brain
these scorpions keep diggin’ through my brain
scorpions keep diggin’ through my brain

[track 3: flyknit shoes]

[verse: mr. yote]
(oh yeah)
i’ll be in the club
and i’ll be doing dances
see i’ll be chewing bugs
and i’ll be moving ransoms
all these pansies running frantic
as a pack of burning lanterns
is it simply sad romancing
’cause my levels rise to the touch
it’s a rumble in the b-tt
an itchy pain that slowly cuts
through all the centerfolds and duct tape
that dictate my knux
that’s a fist face to crunch
burst [?] veins [?] suns
see my puppy on my [sizzler ?] [?] gets frisky in a rush

now chill boy
it’s real, boy
now don’t you press my sk!lls boy
i’m three years and going when you see me bite my thumbs
in these hides of metal gums
seem awfully fly when i put up
in the marigold, so very old
once sunny collects dust
and see frankly i’ve been busy in this shed with rusty nuts
that’s a case of hallelujah in this final stage of boredom, boy
so rip the tidal waves or something if you seem to lack the jump
i live life with no duration since i rise again from mud
i brought bodies back from nothin’ and then bake the skin and crust
final fates seem awfully rubbish
if you take my word of tongue for it
(shhyeah)
(boy)

i’ll be in the club
and i’ll be doing- i’ll be in the c-
i’ll be in the club
and i’ll be doing-

see, i’m a pretty easy rider
bucket full of brains and a cup of red cider
bugs in the belly, boy i love the brown spiders
tub full of critters that’s a tummy full of buyers
ship full of dead men
livin’ like it’s neither
like to stick around boy to burn them bonfires
but see, maybe when i’m here today, i love ghost…

[track 4: lakitu]

[verse: mr. yote]
some p–pie à la b00bie did me duty
throw me in the hooptie with a bunch of dirty coochie
i guess my camel lacks respect
but a couple laughs couldn’t hurt you after s-x
can you p-ss it, hit and sit back, you b-tch
this is [?] hits the gas and watch [?]
here i am, in the heavenless [?]-city

grab -ss with a couple old [?] sh-t
see the lodge in the desert as [lines are lit ?]
but regardless, it’s all alright, the gorgeous crib
between my bottom, [?] rather often
and i guess the sweat dripping has you once [have ?] cut ’em
roam with the flocka, find home in the autumn
but yote won’t stop ’til i hit rock bottom
you got it, so go and skip bones for the night
as i trot in the chilly, ice cold, gettin’ bites
see jack frost nippin’ at my nose is in spite
and in fact i have not a single no for the right path, fellow
now let us pluck out my cello
notes from the cello keep the drones out the meadow
forgettin’ saboteur our room’s for a never little less
where the tome is, where the wind blows gentle
whatever, yeah
and yote must drop in the desert forever

[verse: yungeth dre]
and they’re praisin’ yungeth stein as he rises from the cellar
crackin’ in my bones, smell of kush is in my sweater
and i been there, that’s alone that the time could barely measure
if they’re headin’ my direction and i’m taking out whoever
ayy, no need for feeling pressure when i p-ss the [drome/drone ?]
we could find your type of pleasure
no i has to know
i hear him talking ’bout a young ‘un keep it rational
because these dogs and them f-ckers in the c-sserole
ain’t nothin’ showin’, game’s in my thoughts drop emotion
but yungeth won’t stop if you keep the blunt glowing
you know this, the yotesquad leave him hopeless
changing the focus, only opened the sp-ce
between the rulers of this desert i provoke to replace
they never notice how i’m moving through the slowest of days
and my aroma never gonna get em close to the dre

[track 5: gyakusou]

(shhyeah)

[verse: mr. yote]
tell me how does this smell?
pound the hound what stays in the trail
down de de down deep down to the sh-ll
see our old flag ready for the a traipse to his cell
hey sid, take a few [?] of the [?]
maybe down to [?] maybe [?] to the [?]
[?]
[?] and see if i come
king kow don’t stand for the souls i don’t get, it’s too slow when the beat moves quick
feet don’t match in the sheets and chicken
honestly we don’t mix
but the gnome’s fallin’ the robe still fits
the screw still reads it [is/cause ?] i don’t mix (oh yeah)
the sky don’t lie if you crazy
[?] with me
[?] hold hands in it
lemme steal this pain like a cold hand chemist
[?] get dizzy
and i call back livin’ dead
harmonies martian and [?]
pardon me often i fart deep in it
and these stars never fall too far from the lemons
where them thing, living thing, ling a ring
run chaos through these streets and
(rush)
pound the hound what stays in the trail
down de de down deep down to the sh-ll
see our old flag ready for the a traipse to his cell
hey sid, take a few [?] to the [?]
if your [?] fall back take a [?]
[?]
[?] and see if i come

[track 6: mutts]

[verse: mr. yote]
i’m sorry for distorting all these army men
partially i tend to get so lowdy when they partyin’
so hardly many peasants tend to step up to my audience
’cause my doubt gets rowdy when i press ’em
i’ll ride with the check and quick dry as i wreck it
with bounty on my [?] so keep risin’ and wreckin’
and you f-ckboys sit and bow our heads when i beckon then
shyeah, it’s okay, but don’t hide from me
and anytime my dawg’s gettin’ pretty
i promise you plenty drop jaws when i visit
silly, i don’t need to cause harm but i did it
so whatever, you can try and put the gloves on me
yards of my fleet will drop yards of your meat
by any means i bring thee lines by the fall of the trees
pies give me pleasure when they [?] t–th
but whatever finds a way to walk upon my [?]
i ride through the streets and vice versa breaking freezer
when you t-rds wishing me and my boys to your knees
jeez, lil’ nasty and cheesy
note upon these hard hittin’ chicks don’t see
[?] to press charge for the play
these cards do swing and bring the large cut trees
see my squad keeps a couple old [?] in the name
with my nose which is really not at all what i pray to
huh, yeah

sometimes i stick prawns in my belly
the [?] got me feelin’ g-ssy and chilly
p-ss me to philly, take a smack of the henny
and pretend i got your full blown clip on me

[outro: mr. yote]
(now step into the broadband zoo)
(these dawgs can’t move without [?])
oh yeah
oh yeah
oh yeah
oh yeah
oh yeah
oh

- iglooghost mr yote

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