Bride of the Water G-d lyrics

by

Earl Sweatshirt


[Intro]
Hey, excuse me
Yeah, how you doin'?
(Well) Yeah (Well, Well)
What's your name? (W-Well)

[Verse 1]
She lift a Birkin bag like a kettlebell
Jezebel
Keep a painted face like a pitch hitter
Wig splitter
22 inch remy with ink rivers
Entire back tatted like a geisha, Asian in Black
Reservations in matte, she get the brows lasered
Al-Qaeda
Suicide bomber show up at your front steps
Ya nothing but some Giuseppe's in Calgon
Falconer, that's a bird on a wrist
Gazelles tarnished (Murder you n*gga)
Smoke you like Philip Morris
Decedents Moorish, irreproachable threats blessings is irregardless
Building block wallet, no sweat
Specimen is flawless
Her proud father's some corrections institution profit
Her mom pop, a shorty got predictable performance
My sh*t is flammable, her sh*t retardant
It's tender on the cusp
The fullness of her whole ass measure wasn't measurable enough
She had the nerve to dash pepper on the vegetable with love
One God turned Christian misses singing Wanya Morris in
The mountains of north, long distance
Strange feet like Makeda
She make a wise n*gga heart beat for the Amazon hair
All star player
Bet the mall ankle ball slay her
(What he say?)
All star player
Bet the mall ankle ball slay her
Slayer

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