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papa sleep - incendiary lyrics

[ papa sleep ]
baby back it up
take a splash in kerosene
spread that hexamethylenediamine
press the iron to your skull
you been burning up
i can feel it on your forehead
everybody flammable matches on the warhead

spent 6 months inside the k hole
take you off the payroll
light it up bringing out the big pole
rolling with them big dogs
you a snake you a big boss
binge watch every move i make

krokodil and crocs
1 of 1 you never seen this fit before
drip so much that you washing up on top the shore
pick up the glock and your hands start to crumble
so dam obnoxious dont talk you just mumble

want that smoke like new york city street sewers
head unscrewed you a brain tumor
big boomer
dirt inside my body
percs inside this thottie
shawty wanna be my friend until she spitting out that phlegm again now tell me when you drowning in the deep end

[ f_kksailor ]
off them percs got me feeling like a zombie
stepping up in this b_tch with the f_cking tommy
gun this tweaker down cuz he was acting c_cky
dissing motherf_ckers is yung sailors hobby

i dont wanna talk cause i might k!ll yo ass
play with my glock 40 like it is a brass
your time is running out like a hour glass
imma smoke you out like i smoke my gas

incendiary out
watch yo body turn to ash
telepathic minds
everybody knows you trash
this is a red flag
that im boutta f_cking spazz
you never use your brain
when we pull up it gon flash

bro dont hit me up
imma make you sound like donald duck
i dont give a f_ck
we gon run you over with a truck

shootin up yo spot
beat yo ass and call me juggernaut
we do things you cannot
cause we never go for afterthoughts

[ christ dillinger ]
imma pop a perc pour a fifth of that lean
when i’m f_cking on your b_tch i put my d_ck in her spleen
n_ggas spending ever motherf_cking dollar that they make
couple eggs short of a dozen but i’m still getting that cake
i’m insane i think the hamster died that’s running in my brain

and if you p_ssies do not f_ck with me dont utter my name
b_tch i’m finna run and get the check you can keep the fame
couple bullets hit your body up and they forget your name

all these make believe internet numbers rotting n_ggas brains
you’re a swallower for followers that’s why you don’t make games
i dont mean paraplegic when i say these n_ggas lame
n_ggas scrolling through they contacts when they recognize your name
why you hating filled with envy cause you was only pretending
i get the benjis and i throw them b_tch you know i love to spend it
i get the benjis and i throw them b_tch you know i love to spend it

- papa sleep lyrics

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