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Anakin
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brendan Walsh Quigley
Brendan Walsh Quigley
Songwriter
Chris Bohannon
Chris Bohannon
Songwriter

Lyrics

They told me wait my turn, but I lost my patience I fucking hate waiting Nah, I won't let you do your thing I'd rather chain snatch you, take off all them rings Slip em over my fingers and show y'all how good I look with bling Young master, chop the block karate classes If that's a blunt, pass it Ash it in them sake glasses I spot a pussy, then I tongue blast it A little model with some money, ain't nothing gon' make me cum faster She told me come and dance, you scummy, dumb, grubby Lil' funky bastard, she let me fuck the bad habits Out of her lovely ass She mess with me heavy, I got vision Plus a couple assets, a diamond dancin' Nasty in the rough, such subtle facets The light get refracted through me I might go in half on a groupie If the crew is down for this two man, then I'm happy to do it This ain't your average movie This shit a slasher film, and I be laughing happily through it Roll me the fattest of doobies Grab me the massivest boobies Somebody queued up my music here, she actually knew it Asked what would Anakin do? If Padme sat, ass fat in the function Duel of the fates in the back-ground's of these clubs And the galaxy's ruined? Stupid I mean show me who actually do it Better than whoever, let the resume factually prove it Distance I put between us is light years, planets is moving Truth is universal, this a rap and mathematic fusion Asthmatic attackin' ruthless You out of breath, inhaling mucus He stand there puking, left man's for dead Spaghetti drip the red sweatshirts, get blended in Send em' in, let a a man test me Of this heaven sent Beretta pen No Eminem, but white boy got the bars that's gon belittle them I sent the shot towards the basket Did three or four bounces, six trips around the rim Before it finally trickled in Never got my chance in high school Because them lettermen was bigger than me And you know she, want a ball player, star of the league That wasn't me, so now you see If on that tag do sit despicable fees I'll blow the watch on it, then I'll watch as she gon' swallow me easy, please The money like right now indeed But I speak in manifestations Of what I seen in three More trips around the sun, it's nothing to me It's a breeze, good D, make her squirt Like the back of a jet ski Light squeeze on her inner thigh Let her know it's dinner time I'm (what) Makin' sure she pleased, just so she don't leave Love can only do so much, but fucking what she need She treat me like a king, that ain't Kamano that's my liege She keep me on a leash always tryna get a piece Told her I'm a dog, when we met she didn't believe She pulling out my uh, like magic from out her sleeve She told me that she going to the club, without me? I could spit a quick sixteen, and make them scream Put me on the stage, let me rip it bitch please I need a reason to call out, no show around three Put your nose away girl, that's not how you supposed to use keys
Writer(s): Brendan Quigley, Chris Bohannon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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