THE SHiNiNG Lyrics

All these hoes keep on blowin' up my phone

I try to lay this shit down, but they know I waited way too long

Hold on, ho, wait till I'm home

I-I-I move in on em, Jeffrey Dahmer

Bitch, I swear to God, I'm king up in this rap

You call me Tutankhamun

You know, runnin' inside the temple of doom

And shoot the shaman

Let that simmer just for a second

Knock the juice out your ramen

Fuck-fuck the game for a long time

I be done bustin' that bitch hymin

I-I can look up in the game, you know I'm ladder climbin

You-you know that that boy be thinkin' that he goin' diamond

But one thing he never did was look behind him

No hands over top his eyes, hey, guess who

Then I let the metal loose, and that bitch gon' surely blind him

Hey, halos on your top, and I bring rings in to combine them

I said, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run

Lil' pussy, this the shinin

Yeah, yeah

Everybody dead when I get over, ain't no silver linin

I critique the fuck out rappers, bitch, my name is Simon

They-they dumb than a bitch, and that dumb shit gon' get minus

You know, do not ever, ever make assumption

When you swimmin' with piranhas

Blood to beat, fuck up shit like tsunamis

The way I bight and crunch shit

You gon' think I need an orthodontist

Sicker than the flu, the damn that came from China

You know, you just stupid if you ever think of China

You were dumber than a few that really was even bindin

And to-and to be honest, your bitch is gon' call me highness

She won't take you to get weed, but when she with me

My strap's inside a purse and my pack's in her vagina

I'm-I'm-I'm all up in her face like I'm her sinus

You know, she gon' wreck it when she with my balls like Miley Cyrus

You know, the chill, I slide up in her slot like I'm a stylist

Yeah, let me switch it up real quick, I had a crisis

Boy, boy, boy, they talkin' bout, you know, you fuckboy with the mices

I know random, ain't-ain't no opps around here was the nicest

I said, fuck they doin', you should see they face when they saw I came along

And-and that shit right there was precious, ayy

Me-meanwhile, I drip so heavy, bitch, that I'm gon' need some wipers

And I shit so much here lately that I think I need some diapers

And I spit so much here, boy, you understand I'm like a viper

Spittin' lever, fuckin' rash, bitch, this shit be like hypotyphus

You know Titus really got them styles

Had to switch up that lil' bitch so much, they swear there was a cycle

Okay, so many motherfuckin' delights

I keep runnin' back in your bitch with ya, bitch, I had to

Don't throw her on a pole or on it if I like her

Bitch, I hit that bitch one time, she gon' say I'm bipolar, damn that hyper

Fuck that guy that do it, if I come in there, bitch, I'll be in Besaita

And I'm-a damn that striker, she my Tina, I'm-a Ike her

You know, lost your grip, your bitch fell off like a biker

Ooh-wee, bitch

Yeah, you lost your grip and then your bitch fell off like a biker

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Hold on, hold on, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bars be on fire, you know my shit be hella hot

When I get done with your bitch, you know I leave some belly knots

I be rollin' in this bitch, yeah, I'm killin' hot

Naked damn near, yeah, I'm in here Nelly ho

And when I get done with them, they gon' get these belly shots

And I be lookin' at my feet like feet feel me not

You know, I really gotta do it, leave a smelly top

And then I make a bitch drippin' in belly flop

You know, I never had to do it, that's melly pop

And I can come through with more beef on me than a deli shop

Fuck they finna do, I get locked up, they get they celly mocked

You know, soon as I walk in, them motherfuckin' celly locks

Ain't no worry about this shit, you know they swell a lot

And I could give them all drills like the mailbox

I ain't trippin' back, shit, that was a paradox

Before they ever got it back, feel a pair of chops

You know, a lot of gadgets in this box, ain't no carrot top

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Very, very scary, get to blaring when I'm squaring up

Ayy, run that shit up tight

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