Atmosphere

Atmosphere - Primer lyrics

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(intro) I do....I do....I do...Hey wassup, can i kiss the bitch
 yet?.....I
 do....
 First of all bitch, i never promised i'd be rich
 so fuck you and your wishes, ya need to do the dishes
 and change the damn cat litter
 I thought i told you to get rid of that crazy cat last week
 Yo, don't you get sassy with me missy
 Because i'll go upside you quickly
 But yo, she's kinda sneeky when i sleep she'll probably stick me
 But it be a threat
 and threats make her respond
 She probably grew up watching pops beat her mom
 and to the break-a-dawn
 I could pop shit
 talk shit
 (hah, snitch?) to herself
 Because there aint no where to walk
 This is the middle of hell
 you've got no job no diploma
 might as well kick it with me and live in Hinckley, Minnesota
 She's my trailer park chick
 with the pop tarts and venison hard liquor to cop a buzz
 off the over the counter medicine
 The rent is in the mail
 bitch pump the (gauge?)
 Fix the antenna, act your age and spread your legs
 It's my CAS-STLE
 whiiiiiiite stank ho
 and if i want to i'll put it in your asshole
 You wanna battle baby?
 I'll put a shadow over ya sky
 now shut the fuck up and fix me turkey pot pie
 I own the camaro and the mobile home, so where the fuck you gonna go?
 (4X)
 go, go,
 go ahead and call your mom if ya need someone to cry to boo
 I guarantee ya that that bitch is gonna lie to you
 Fuck ya crank head, soap opera, pastries, and diet soda
 everything she'll ever need to know she learned from Oprah
 You what the hell she's gonna do for you?
 That bitch is stuck too
 Get off my phone, tell her I said what up, and muthafuck you
 And tell daddy if he wants some
 to bring his drunk ass on
 I beat that fat bastard with a cast on
 Ay yo honey I'm trippin
 But why you always flippin
 dress slutty everytime that we go drinkin with my buddies
 won't be long before you carrying my puppies
 Speaking of which you bleeding yet bitch?
 Cause you gettin kind of chubby
 Yo, where the hell'd you put my stash?
 Better tell me quick fast or catch a foot in the ass
 Oh no, you did not smoke all of my pot
 If my remmington was out the pawn shop, you'd get shot
 Stop, and put that knife back in the sink
 Baby, Baby, Baby, why you fucking trying to take me to the brink?
 What you think?
 Quit thinking and pretending that you're smart
 Happily ever after 'til death do us part
 I own the camaro and the mobile home, so where the fuck you gonna go?
 (4X)
 I love you
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Language: English

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