Percy Keith – Superstition Lyrics
Artist: Percy Keith
Song: Superstition
Sometimes i see sh#t, ya heard me?
That creole bloodline. you know?
I can’t do nothin’ ’bout it, ya heard me?
Sometimes it’s just a feelin’, sometimes it’s in my sleep
Who wit’ me? who against me? i can’t see the difference
I can see the distance. premonitions. i see n#gg#s missin’
Beaucoup dead bodies in bad conditions, lackin’ morticians
Pray to god, then ask for forgiveness after i whack the witness
Free my dog brian doin’ fed for pushin’ megan griffin
Still hip hop like a leg is missin’ and steady trippin’
Keep my b#tch from trippin’, give her head until her head is missin’
Hard head, make her soft #ss, my b#tch don’t need to listen
Killa keise, kamikaze. ain’t no dramatizin’
Doctor in that p#ss#, like dolittle, it say c#m inside me
I can make that p#ss# grow two legs and feet, then run behind me
f#ck that p#ss# till it’s walkin’ dead, it’s become a zombie
f#ck twelve and five-oh, i’m waldo, come and find me
Smokin’ weed till i forget i bleed, please, don’t remind me
Came to kill a giant. i came alone, slangin’ stones
’bout to kill ’em all. a feast for crows. game of thrones
Eatin’ p#ss#, no booty lickin’. that’s superstitious
Chillin’, sippin’ dirty sprite 5, that’s futuristic
Chillin’ with two b#tches, you can visit under two conditions
Come with new prescriptions. no bobby brown, that’s new edition
Who wit’ me? who against me? i can’t see the difference
I can see the distance. premonitions. i see n#gg#s missin’
Beaucoup dead bodies in bad conditions, lackin’ morticians
Pray to god, then ask for forgiveness after i whack the witness
Free my dog brian doin’ fed for pushin’ megan griffin
Still hip hop like a leg is missin’ and steady trippin’
Keep my b#tch from trippin’, give her head until her head is missin’
Hard head, make her soft #ss, my b#tch don’t need to listen
I’m sideways, ’bout to pull up parallel
Perplexed and paralyzed, my eyes spinnin’ like a carousel
Stories part three, a horror story, i don’t care to tell
That b#tch consist of mamas dyin’, half of jail and half o’ hell
Bury me with lsd and weed, so i can laugh in hell
And an all red suit, ’cause hell is flames and i’m gon’ match it well
Still got that white girl, so white i call her abigail
That mean her crack is pale, boy and girl, n#gg#. jack and jill
Lotta n#gg#s p#ss#, yeast infection, need some vagisil
They gun fight ‘fore they fist fight, ’cause they too scared ‘fore to crack a nail
Least they keep some real n#gg#s wit’ ’em, my b#tch can say the same
Keep it real and i’m a stay the same, but you can’t say the same
Who wit’ me? who against me? i can’t see the difference
I can see the distance. premonitions. now these n#gg#s trippin’
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Release Year: 2018