Mums In The Garage Lyrics


Step Brothers Mums In The Garage

I want the yen in the envelope, cookies from the girl scout

Them is whipped, spread wings, bring them furs out

Chew my food, spit it out into a bird's mouth

It's only one and I'm already on the 3rd house

Baby seizing upper side 'cause I don't wanna make it hot

'Cause if they pull me over, doggie, then I'm splitting like a fox

Into the forest, hide behind the trees, lit the orange

I got your honor under the armpit, I take the charges

Red roses, lay in wood boxes often

Park the ten porches outside the good doctor's office

Turn my head, cough 'cause I'm smoking on a dead corpse

Leave you sleeping next to a head horse

Spark the rose mary, I saw the pussy and it's so heavy

Take the leather out the closet like a known fairy

I f..ck it but I won't marry

They catch me all over the map, getting throwed deadly

Yo, straight out the garage, al bundy with no horse or carriage

Straight out the paratroopers parachuting over paris

Straight out the charismatic, charisma

I call that vision, been ridden by a thick one, divorce and marriage

Beautiful view from out the terrace

While I was out recruiting the crew, another tail from the careless

Side of pocket, caught her staring, then knocked it out the park

Roger merris, I shoot the fair warn, I shoot the sheriff

Not a dollar more and not a dollar less

Fucking any day or time of night

Call her up, call me jimmi walker dynamite

The city stalker with a violent life, silent knife

Uptown of scaper, this ain't harlem, this is solemn nights

A little crazy, he became a nuisance

Making moves up out the west and got it off without a blueprint

The money talking shit, keep it stirring

I'm 20-20 from my past life and live it reoccurring

Mad man, I rip up stages

Specialized in removing lips from faces

Type of animal only exist in cages

Boy, I traveled over seven seas to distant places

To retrieve exotic pets, karate chop the nipple of your chest

Ring the alarm, this is not a test

Kashmir sweaters made for golfing

Looting a coffin, high enough to communicate with a dolphin

Moron olympics, toss midgets like a discus

Sweat some stitch but ralph lipchitz

Spiff lit, instantly I cook like this quick

Pump room rocking, I'm a bad brain misfit

Laughing while I'm dipping dash and glock weapons

Big bully, foot grass, snuck on rap, I'm hot stepping with aggression

The minute that you drifting is direction

Bubble like indigestion on a rhythm section

Stealing the coffin, mums in the garage

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