Will Is Chillin' - Flowgod lyrics

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Will Is Chillin' - Flowgod lyrics

Verse 1 Sadly the son of a motherf**ing north side Burn out a curse out it can never curve my absurd mouth Flipping verbs out if your words hit the curb now Breathing caters like the grind to break the herb down Willy is the gold Mother's children of a cover I approach All of my enemies toast No bu*ter style Grimier than old rubbish Mix the spice from the cupboard with a bounce so flourish Spit that hussein ooh saint (?) wu-tang flow Whose flames You stay luke warm Your girls teeth look like loose corn Too personal No im just too versatile Verses get this purse Profusely puff a loosie Never lose my book full of loose leaf Rats(?) bars under my sousafone Well connected when it look like you could use a phone V-O-T-V give a f** about the crew you want (Uh chillin) Thats the lords name In the back of my oppositions mind like a court date The force that joins forces with my lords mate And of course this verse a four course smorgasbord Allowed to digest Please pay your pilot properly with sorbet oy vey Heavily envious of my pen Every sentence I've written is deadly and venemous And your girl sent her sentiments for foreplay You still s** I keep it real False flags get your grill snuffed Ill mug through the windy city See me pretty boy With a ugly as flow Shy guy so I might come off a tad bit bashful But been pa**ionate to rap since a tadpole Whack rappers need to keep a name out the a**hole of a mouth their attached to See my syntax attacks you (Hook) And while I just don't give a f** I sound like me and that's the end of it Cause I don't give a f** They told me I'm a guest of hip-hop Guess what, I don't give a f** If I am f** the rest of hip hop Clearly I don't give a f** They told me that i sound like him I told 'em I don't give a f** I sound like me and that's the end of it Cause I don't give a f** They told me I'm a guest of hip-hop Guess what, I don't give a f** If I am f** the rest of hip hop Clearly I don't have much luck (Verse 2) A shmuck to most don't see my genius Tucked away can't reach your speakers If I'm leaning on the sink cleaning every weekend Whats the meaning Whats my purpose No dishwasher I'm a wordsmith And deserve my f**ing recognition Coming from the best division Midwest where I rest come get some Deadly flow Your cities cadence less convincing Bars I'll tell a shallow tale Mine tend to carry dense descriptions Veteran i should collect a pension Oh did i forget to mention C-h-i- the rest is either -cago or the rest I'm gettin' chillin' I don't give a f**! x6