Loosie lyrics

by

Black Milk


[Intro]:
I got some good sh*t to tell you tonight, brothers and sisters

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
Hotter than a barbeque at Satan's place, these b*tches masturbatin' to my mixtape
I c*m hard like seamen made cement leavin' feces trails on drum kits cause I'm the sh*t
p*ssin' on your paragraph, parallel to ferris wheel
Make your b*tch pus*y a blowhole, she doin' well
Jelling Harvard b*tches skyping while they study, now I'm in their dorm rooms, ass fatter in person
Bustin' down rap b*tches, bustin' down loosies
Now a n*gga grown, got Nia Longs in jacuzzis
And Kelly Kapowskis, spittin' Romanowskis, sniffin' coke in hotel rooms off the room key
Penthouse suites, swisher sweets, [?] ice buckets, no towel under the door like f*ck it
Luxurious living, plus this b*tch is f*cking, she's playing Danny Brown and two words will [?]
Heart colder than heel from a polar bear, shade bear snow storm walking up a glacier stair
Now let me make myself clear cause you can't see me
You ain't f*ckin' with me period, you menstruating-
And ever since I walked out of them greens and out them county doors, I've been living the dream which is a
Penny and a nightmare, chronic in my Nike Airs
Been nice with the mic since spillin' rice on my high chair

[Hook: Black Milk]
So what we got right here? Stop right here
Block right here, you is what we not like
Catch him in the spotlight, yeah
[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
Now you all slaves to my sixteens
Animal sh*t, heart racing off the dopamine
Morphine metaphors make you do the shoulder lean
Smoked a young dro, this grandaddy with promethazine
Curing cotton mouth, inside my head's a haunted house
And every time I close my eyes, another rapper make it out
Used to make out with runaways in crack houses
Now I run away from making out with brick houses
Cause if I f*cked every b*tch I wanted to
My di*k would nut smoke, you can catch a contact too
Reefer I roll up smelling like sneakers from a reacher
Aerobics class, hour straight no breathin'
Fresh like Easter, Thanksgiving eatin'
Smoking Christmas trees and these b*tches trick or treatin'
I treat 'em like Halloween candy, that's why your favorite rapper's favorite rapper probably stan me

[Hook]
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