Molotov Songtext
von Sugar Cones
Molotov Songtext
Okay let′s get past all the birds and bees
Molotov 1k degrees she loving on my 6 inch degrees
Bitch don't pity me
Shooting all my silly string
Like a car she jacking me
Changing tires
Gotta look for pressure bitch you pressing me
I don′t like yo as unless it's similes
I just like yo face while she kissing me
She Riding me
Bitch I'm Cupid′s arrow training archery
Arching backs but saying please and
Clink my sword bitch that′s chivalry Whipping the foreign the glovebox is how we shoot
Only fucking cancer signs with this beam 2002
Sneaky linking with a flute she Zelda how she on da move
Teaming with the group pop, strich and cryp we on the move
Girlllll you way to fragile but then you dazzle
With a half bag of coke that dies faster then snowy flowers
I can show befo and after when you went and touched the powder
Hair receding nose is bleeding girl you done lost that battle
I can flow on anything the grass rocks or river streams
My liver bleeds from all that Hennessy in my grasp I see
Immaculate I'm pretty yeah these girls wanna match with me
That′s enough for B-A-G-H-E-A-D I'll be burning
Burn through 1k and I feel like a molotov
Good luck, goodnight, and mazel tov
Driving down the autobahn
With homies in different whips
We on different shit
Difference is we really click
We mixing different guns with different clips
Onion on my hip
Markovic made him flip
We the habanero
Way we hit the kick
Triple 6 is our triple digits
Carving Sc on the arms of single bitches
And then we dipping
Pop and Bag double dipping way we switching clips
And pulling now Cause our fucking fingers itching
We the real brethren
Send him to real heaven
And i′m still repping
KFR til i'm dead in a coffin
End my sessionb
It′s messy
Fire bless me
Why is the answer
What I'm missing is the question
When you mixing up the metals in the kitchen
No telling
When the vessel might pop
And the glass gets embedded
Flow Prometheus
I stole the heat from a Jesus wannabe
Hungry for heaven
Why is he reaching?
Formerly thieving
Now I'm just heaving
Petroleum bottles
At the pyramid powers that need em
Phoenix feathers infested with black gold
I′m in my element, never refract cold
Just for the hell of it
Let us disperse coals
That envelop the whole system
And drip it back in the mold
Molotov 1k degrees she loving on my 6 inch degrees
Bitch don't pity me
Shooting all my silly string
Like a car she jacking me
Changing tires
Gotta look for pressure bitch you pressing me
I don′t like yo as unless it's similes
I just like yo face while she kissing me
She Riding me
Bitch I'm Cupid′s arrow training archery
Arching backs but saying please and
Clink my sword bitch that′s chivalry Whipping the foreign the glovebox is how we shoot
Only fucking cancer signs with this beam 2002
Sneaky linking with a flute she Zelda how she on da move
Teaming with the group pop, strich and cryp we on the move
Girlllll you way to fragile but then you dazzle
With a half bag of coke that dies faster then snowy flowers
I can show befo and after when you went and touched the powder
Hair receding nose is bleeding girl you done lost that battle
I can flow on anything the grass rocks or river streams
My liver bleeds from all that Hennessy in my grasp I see
Immaculate I'm pretty yeah these girls wanna match with me
That′s enough for B-A-G-H-E-A-D I'll be burning
Burn through 1k and I feel like a molotov
Good luck, goodnight, and mazel tov
Driving down the autobahn
With homies in different whips
We on different shit
Difference is we really click
We mixing different guns with different clips
Onion on my hip
Markovic made him flip
We the habanero
Way we hit the kick
Triple 6 is our triple digits
Carving Sc on the arms of single bitches
And then we dipping
Pop and Bag double dipping way we switching clips
And pulling now Cause our fucking fingers itching
We the real brethren
Send him to real heaven
And i′m still repping
KFR til i'm dead in a coffin
End my sessionb
It′s messy
Fire bless me
Why is the answer
What I'm missing is the question
When you mixing up the metals in the kitchen
No telling
When the vessel might pop
And the glass gets embedded
Flow Prometheus
I stole the heat from a Jesus wannabe
Hungry for heaven
Why is he reaching?
Formerly thieving
Now I'm just heaving
Petroleum bottles
At the pyramid powers that need em
Phoenix feathers infested with black gold
I′m in my element, never refract cold
Just for the hell of it
Let us disperse coals
That envelop the whole system
And drip it back in the mold
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