SEXYBOYZ - FORECAST Lyrics

      

FORECAST
by SEXYBOYZ

Verse 1: Tulip

 First things first, $20,000, I'm a dawg
Last things last, $20,000 and it's gone
What I'm on, What you want boy your pocket's looking gone
I ain't got shit to flaunt But I'm a still, fuck your aunt, yeah

 In my home Thumbing through, checks that I ain't cash yet
In my phone, running through, chicks that I ain't smash yet
Asking me for handouts, like can I hold that
No rat, run my life like a sports team No cap

 No cap, got the bills crisp, no Pratt
I'm a hit it, no hat, little boy, go blap, yeah
Dutch on Blizzard, blood on Lizard, Dick in Gizzard, yeah
I won't shiver, fuck my liver, I'm a wizard

 And my beats hit like 20 different Tysons
And this bitch thick like American Bison
And my dick hit like some motherfucking lightning
But you can't ride this shit, you ain't got no license

Verse 2: Tino Tequila

 Forest on my wrist, it's saying Blizzard
Your girl call you boy, while she be calling me a Mister
Been a minute, can you tell her that I really miss her?
P-P-Pow right int  fucking kisser Listen, Lizard, Palais put the pearl in Pearly gates

 Triple threat with Rollies, I got Presidential Rollies
Ziggy, Rollie, and a fucking Rosie rave
Couple twinny twins, identical to Ashley  and Mary-Kate
Thinking so damn far outside the box, my IP address outer space

 Cunt Killa Juice treat school zones like they fucking interstates
If you gotta lock it up, is it ever really safe?
By the way, your girl think I'm from Louisville when I slug her
Do you believe I'm really giant like I Willy Trillie Mays

Verse 3: Pearlyboypalais

 Froth from my mouth, too much Addys, I've been prouder
My bitch staying mad, but I'm gonna lose my power
Smoke all this shit, I got flour, Eddie Bauer
And a clapped chowder, Eddie, I'm a founder

 Pearl on my neck, seen your grandma in this shit
Clip up in my hair, you couldn't tell who the bitch
Dip up at my house, if the girl ain't sucking dick
Eyes up in my Henny, so the 10 matchin' my neck

 Yeah, your boy just tried to run up in his Kirtland Fit
Hit, hit up, pop his mouth like a damn EJ
From the VCR fit, y'all flit, uh, shit, uh, shit
Six, three, so I pour up, bout to damn near damn double

 Selling drugs, they be covered by the government
But I sell them times ten, no trouble
I've been in a damn bubble, Don Perignon, damn Tight bubble
I don't talk to no one I don't want no damn cuddles

 I'm a tosser, full of neon
Bees in the puddle, throw it back like we, yeah
We in the huddle, suck it, then we fuck it, like, yeah
We on shovel, yeah, we on shovel, yeah
Them bitches suck, uh