BNG

Lyrics

[Intro] It's not like it's the end of the world It's not like it's the end of the world It's not like it's the end of the world It's not like it's the end of the world With human nature, it's not until the end of the world He said he want the (It's not til the end of the world) It's not til the end of the world [Verse] Yeah, Big Boss Hogg, sauce talk Parmesan wallet in my back pocket, sag 'til my pants drop Quit it, it is not wise to try to rise against it Vintage in the '09, already behind, Christ up in this And I'm only twenty-four, yo Going on ninety-nine bar rhyme tantrums, labels can't stand him 'Cause I don't use standards, posted at The Standard Last pair of knickers in the hamper, yup Santa with the gifts, it's a holiday Giving away dollars to my mama when she do not need a penny Minnie Mouse mouthin' Mickey like "Fuck yo couch" I'ma leave my boot prints Blu prints all in ya house, keep ya two cents Save it for them Bathing Ape hoodies and whatnot Touch top models, need tongue, twat Ya boys don't eat cooch 'cause them bitches with 'em is too loose My chicks clits tighter than a Jew tryna do Scrooge McDuck Abduct the funk, ayy Tryna fuck on the mothership and give birth to the first Blue skinned niggas on Earth, have church with Smurfs Wipe the smirks off the face of jerks Jerking off to the frame of some "Baywatch" chick on the beach With my beef jerky out in the open, smoking Keish' So danky that it stank like a queef from ya auntie Niggas want they beats laced, pay me then thank me Angry as a Black man standing on the planet Knowing damn well it should've been handed to me years ago But oh well, here we go, Cheerio box, cereal killer Just to get the prize in the center, super supreme Chicken soup soothing feeling that you feeling in ya boombox Healing them goons got They women and the children bending spoons In tuned with them niggas from the moon, ah Doomed from the cradle Already killing brothers like Abel and Caine They mainframes up, changed things Since then, niggas been on some old gang bang Slang death to you for a few hots Do you for a few more, itis eyes looking for loopholes But I despise private eyes just as much as nine-to-fives 'Cause shit, it's so many fine wives to pick from Fuck it then, more for me, polygamy foursomes Backyard banging like dope drums Higher than the level on the waves when the low's bump Came into this game like fo fum but so lo-fi Sci-fi for eardrums provided by the fly Blind eye with them simplified rhymes I think that's my time