Detroit187

歌手: Danny Brown Chip$ • 专辑:XXX (Deluxe Version) • 发布时间:2012-03-13
作词 : Daniel Sewell
 作曲 : Daniel Sewell
The way these bitches on my dick
You'd swear it was 1985 and teen wolf just dropped

And my name was Michael J fox
But no bitch it's danny brown I've got some weed up in my soc
So bitch get high with your nigga
The sack I got is looking like some green caterpillars

But it smell like a skunk that's oh so defensive
These bitches suck my dick like it was moral incentive

I'm off the chain like broke nunchucks
From where these little niggas try to shoot you off that new chucks

A little dark like wet nubuck
Decribes my state of mind is inside the tomb of king tut
Murders all the time is all I see
Detroit 187 on you niggas TV

And I can first degree this beat kill a nigga no charges
**** a female MC and a pop artist

Oh baby I like it raw
And my dick so big left stretch marks on her jaw

I'm so institutionalized
I wake up 6 am because I think it's chow time
Borderline porcupine a step from drinking turpentine
Just to wash down a plate of wack rappers rhymes

I got a mind in the cosmos
And if these niggas cold then I guess I'm osmosis
That be blowing on some potent that these white boys be growing
While you niggas smoking something smelling like a tanning lotion

My concoctions could make world ending potions
These other rap niggas got lines I got encroachments

I get endorsements so mother**** your co sign
Punch punchlines I'll punch rappers 'til your broke spine
'Member back in '09 I told 'em it was showtime
Now they pull they cam phones out when I go for mine
Light camera action hybrid be snapping
Cause the days of no tissue had to wipe with wet napkins

Smear up the classifieds know it sound rife

But to be honest a metaphor for my life

Buzzing off the barbiturates and ***********s

Chase it with a 40 oz of ready clean

I swear I never ever smoke the better weed
Your bitch said I'm the swaggiest nigga she ever seen
Run up in your crib two k's one mag
Your girl get snatched like cool j in I'm bad

Cost to live you ain't made enough
Guarantee bullet holes with a laser touch
European garments drape my body if I ain't hipstered up
If she smile with eye contact then the bitch will ****

Homie gon' make me send them killers after him
Them niggas swing swords like world fence champions

You was popping pills and drinking liquor

Now you thinking you a ****ing killer

I leave you stanking nigga laid down
Face down like you taking a planking picture

But I can keep the shots in the weapon
Put the bat to back of your leg
Grab your chin and the back of your head
And twist them shit s in opposite directions
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