A/D/L lyrics

by

Zuse


[Intro]
(Synco)

[Chorus]
Ayy, king of this sh*t and I did not need a professor, uh (Need a professor, yeah, yeah)
All of these n*ggas so pus*y, call 'em Sylvester, uh (Call 'em Sylvester, uh, pus*y)
You know I had to get it, it's all on my dresser, uh (All on my dresser)
Under my pillow, keep some cash and a compressor (And a compressor)
I been up three days straight, no eatin', just restless (Just restless)
All of these n*ggas won't press sh*t, they pull up, won't press (Pull up, won't press)
All of the diamonds on my necklace came from pressure (Came from pressure)
Angel wings, dragon scales, and Tuscan leather (Tuscan leather)

[Verse]
You want a war, I can't even help you, my n*ggas so reckless
And nah, we don't feel like we gotta respect sh*t (Gotta respect sh*t)
Respecting your girl, she pulled up, I asked her get naked (I told her, "Get naked")
I ain't checkin' for sh*t, I just be cashin' checks, b*tch (Cashin' checks, b*tch)
I f*cked the ho one time and disappear like magic (Disappear, magic)
Boy, you sweet as f*ck, stop claiming you're savage (Claiming you're savage)
Everything in your house we take it, yeah, we grab it (Yeah, we grab it)
And you're pus*y as f*ck, I pulled up and I slapped him (And I slapped him)
Oh, that's your b*tch, that's your wife, we probably kidnap her (We probably kidnap her)
You don't exist in this world without transactions (Without transactions)
And you know we pulled up, we all about action (All about action)
Undress the b*tch, ayy, she stylish without a fashion (Without a fashion)
Had to refrain from the b*tch she gettin' all fractured (Gettin' all fractured)
n*gga want beef, we pull up, we gettin' it clappin', uh (Gettin' it clappin')
When I was down on my di*k, still made it happen, uh (Still made it happen)
Mister-make-it-happen, I make anything happen
I don't play tennis but we can go make some racket (Make some racket)
Pistol whip a n*gga skull, I get it crackin' (I get it crackin')
I f*cked a white b*tch now the ho be braggin' (Ho be brag)
I give no f*cks cause that pus*y still be splashin'
[Chorus]
Ayy, king of this sh*t and I did not need a professor, uh (Need a professor, yeah, yeah)
All of these n*ggas so pus*y, call 'em Sylvester, uh (Call 'em Sylvester, uh, pus*y)
You know I had to get it, it's all on my dresser, uh (All on my dresser)
Under my pillow, keep some cash and a compressor (And a compressor)
I been up three days straight, no eatin', just restless
All of these n*ggas won't press sh*t, they pull up, won't press
All of the diamonds on my necklace came from pressure
Angel wings, dragon scales, and Tuscan leather (Tuscan leather)

[Outro]
Angel wings, dragon scales, and Tuscan leather
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