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Jackaltheblackal – BlackToad lyrics
[Verse]
Tracks for being better at walking, my nigga back off
Front-to-back applaud for a nigga go tip your hats off
And pray for a black frog, tap masses for the
Matches by the passive amps playing up patterned rap songs
Battery-ran baton, ue boom spit your way through
Fade you by keeping the tap on, running quickly a ran-on
Sentence, record keeping the room spinning, sure keep the fan off
Fat top jacket, face warming til’ blowing bad coughs
Bastard keep an afro decor, teeth poor, keep
The twisting triggers up, gunslinger we on a freeform
Feeding from filled-up plates, peace’s to all them prayers and I’m
Seeing them older days when they preaching a followed saying, God’s
Sake, nigga separated the dirty palms altogether but I’m
Better off betting I’m bound to losing my temper from bunny
Fronts, I’ve pounced a great soul eight miles to that west ago
Running to the pedal pro, thought that it was had best you know
Nigga, was it that hard to swallow
Running back to vegetables, wish I did it
Tracks for being better at walking, my nigga back off
Front-to-back applaud for a nigga go tip your hats off
And pray for a black frog, tap masses for the
Matches by the passive amps playing up patterned rap songs
Battery-ran baton, ue boom spit your way through
Fade you by keeping the tap on, running quickly a ran-on
Sentence, record keeping the room spinning, sure keep the fan off
Fat top jacket, face warming til’ blowing bad coughs
Bastard keep an afro decor, teeth poor, keep
The twisting triggers up, gunslinger we on a freeform
Feeding from filled-up plates, peace’s to all them prayers and I’m
Seeing them older days when they preaching a followed saying, God’s
Sake, nigga separated the dirty palms altogether but I’m
Better off betting I’m bound to losing my temper from bunny
Fronts, I’ve pounced a great soul eight miles to that west ago
Running to the pedal pro, thought that it was had best you know
Nigga, was it that hard to swallow
Running back to vegetables, wish I did it
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