Joey Badass

Joey Badass - Dsl (da Special List) lyrics

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Puffing on that Eucalyptus
You can lift this dick in between your lipstick
If your eyes ain't low like Ralph Lipshitz ,you 
dipshits
Even the polices want me cause I rip shit
Puffing that piff shit, Blow out five O's like the 
Olympics
Evading on a ripstick yelling "eat my dust”
When calls for breakfast and lunch don't get ate 'til 
dusk
I spit it hotter than the days sudoku dust 'til eight
And when your born in a maze, you learn to duck those 
strays
I know gang homies who wait around to buck those trays
But me, I chose to skate around, ya know, Bust those 
tre's
They get bucks, get paid, They get butt, get laid
Niggas who ball and shine hard, they get cut, catch 
fades
You see, I was one of those kids who stayed up passed 
late
So when it's time for school, I got up and still 
passed, great
Get passed- I forgot my line
I do it now shit lyin', Spit it through the wire like 
I'm Chaka Khan
I been killing 'em, your bitch been feeling him
Ya'll can't be serious like films Ben Stiller in
Nobody iller than him at the top of his adrenaline
Flow sweet like cinnamon, Name a chick that I ain't 
swimming in
Uh, got flow for days, I'm sure to get paid if
They hate the price on son's life, it's sure to get 
raised
But there's no break when I got you pinned in
Said it uno, dos, tres then fin, I let him swim with 
like
Mad fishes, In the cut like mad stitches
I know you mad bitches mad how my style switches
So, frequently be freaking MC's with these frequencies
These freaking trees got me soaring over freaking seas
Too many freaking G's claim they make that deuce pop
Please, the only thing you ever squeeze was your 
juicebox nigga
And you know it, cause real G's don't have to show it
Got your head in the clouds, big homie gotta get you 
focused
But know it's all a part of the business, don't take it 
personal
It must be hurting you to know I could be merkin' you
At will, whenever I feel, this shit get realer
Foe squealers give the beats out to the nigga Dilla
I shine like crystals, Never held a pistol
Never packed a two, but that don't mean that I won't 
fix you
Who is you? I don't give a F, I do it effortless
Tell your messengers, they can get opened like 
beverages
Da fuckin' specialist
I bet all you mother fuckers gonna remember this, yeah
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