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Tom and Jerry ft. Osiris The Highes Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2017
Lyrics
Yeah
The lights
The lights
The lights
The lights
She rock the boat like she Aaliyah
Give me top like pizzeria
Drive me crazy, mama mia
Man I wouldn't wanna be ya
I'm OSiRiS, nice to meet ya
Always leanin', Tower of Pisa
Shotty pump like it's a sneaker
Poppin' shots like I'm Madea
Electrifying like a Raichu
Spit bars like a Haiku
Flow cold like Haku
Hadouken that Ryu
Flowin' like a typhoon
Rollercoaster like a tycoon
I'm the new prince of too soon
You dick trash, you a racoon
No crabs, just sand dunes
On vacay in Cancun
You can't solve sudokus
Taste shit like tofu
Kick ass that's kung-fu
That boo boo I don't do
My White Owls hoot hoot
Ignition like toot toot
I ain't actin' like I made
Bitch I'm actin' like the greatest
Underrated, not mistaken
Frustrated, barricaded
Always faded, escalated
Educated, orchestrated
Tell my momma I'm a make it
Nate Dogg got me regulating
Uh
Yeah
Yeah
Wyte Sheenest
On the motherfuckin' microphone I'm a damn genius
A genius with the largest fuckin' penis
Let's get it now
I'm broke as fuck
And always strapped for cash
I'm kinda out of shape
With a beard like a lumberjack
Let me hit the track
Run it back like a running back
While I'm doing that
Tell your girlfriend she can rub my back
She be lovin' that, pussy soaker like some wet works
Let me pack a bowl while I'm scrollin' through the network
What's my net worth?
Multiplying when the net works
Pretty faced bitch tryna show me how her neck works
That's how I dog her
I get her number I don't call her
It's Wyte Eastwood
With a Fist Full of Dollars
On the microphone
I go ratchet, go savage
Bangin' harder than that Barker named Travis
I'm the fuckin' baddest
Best back at this
With the Johnny Bravo hair
Cuz the curls gymnastics
Kickin' backflips at practice
You freestyle you're Shaq bitch
Prior Knowledge fam off the track, no atlas
Ha, ha, ha, HA!