Dev Dot - Yonkers (Dallas) lyrics

I'm a f**in' Timid merit bauch k**in magicians with a lyric f** bustin lead with shots Pilot is my level if you understand Me stare and watch the more sour the fruit well you b**h n***as Compare to squash in a prison jumpsuit pullin' off a carrot top Mere to scare a cop I made em flle those scary cops and off Top you couldn't f** with me on a bad day I'm a paradox A pair of socks walkin' on magma Yeah I can compare to hot b**h say she virgin b**h we know you married co*k seal ya lips a little birdie told me you give parrot top Some say they a gift let me surprise them Produce ill sh** I'm wise but ill minded These n***as sk** blinded talents in my state is dead let me revive it