Top Songs By Black Cat Bill
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Edward Lauderdale III
Songwriter
Lyrics
Off the top confirm the drop da fuck you tellin me
He want beef now he a vegetable like celery
You like the celebrity
Im more Celebi
Mythic modes and methods I maneuver like Im sellin Ps
This that Loos and Sool
Wait you confusing me
Talkin to myself but we been twinin like theres two of me
Ever since I caught her eye had her heart set on me
Love dont cost a ting
Its free
Im cappin bitch come pay this fee
Cus everything cost time and time is money G
Head up to the sky through rain snow hail or Sunny D
Keep the pressure on em I cant let em get to comfortable
Im such a problem they dont notice Someone let em know
Incineroar
Bed or floor
She been a whore
Young and dumb and full of somn other than weed and rum
Im on the road
Im on the run
Tre tre round the sun
Im crystalline
Im getting mine
Dont cry just get it done
Pisces 1 and 2 shit
Red and blue fish
For my gang code and crew shit
Dr Seuss shit
They dont never really see it scratchin at the surface
But when ya feel it in ya heartbeat thats your purpose
Mr Edgar Allen pour me up I speak in cursive
Its the ism
Its the virus
Its the curses
You cant hack on IOS its too immersive
I dont prey for them
I prey on them cus they deserve it
Pull up pull up pull up
Like its urgent
They hurt the herd we heard it
Im bout to reach a verdict
Im no deity my nigga I am just a person
But I got piety
Da G O D in me is perfect
Murasaki like Motoko Im the major
License to kill and I cannot do you no favors
Im like a printer I do not work without the paper
I just stretch her
I dont stress her
I dont chase her
All these rings up on my hand Im Domon Kasshu
Maybe Kisame in this cloud of blood I mosh through
But Im Buex Menshi with the tendencies
Lechaye with the remedies
My face the Golden Fleece cus Im Lord Thiesz
You know my pedigree
Swank like Lady V
I might just afro punk the metal scene
But this tiger shark so we gon catfish on a meta screen
On freq
Fuck it let it breathe
She Oddish with the roots
On Vileplume I might just plant a seed
Pisces 1 and 2 shit
Red and blue fish
For my gang code and crew shit
Dr Seuss shit
They dont never really see it scratchin at the surface
But when ya feel it in ya heartbeat that's your purpose
Mr Edgar Allen pour me up I speak in cursive
Its the ism
Its the virus
Its the curses
You cant hack on IOS its too immersive
I dont prey for them
I prey on them cus they deserve it
Writer(s): William Lauderdale Iii
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