I'm gon' break the beat down like this
Twist up Ima smoke it put it right to my lips
Ima get to kissin' on it make it nasty I make the beat strip
I give it purpose, I make it feel literate
Then we get to f*ckin, the beat fell in love
F*cked around got kids
Well oh shit
I don't multiplied by a little bit
I've been smokin' pine for the hell of it
Back when I wan wild used to get hella bent
Nowadays I'm controllin' elements
What you know about that boy
Catch my sounds around your town steady makin' noise
Dyl the Kill aka Killjoy
I let the heater talk if you tryin' to play with toys
But I'd rather let these hands do the talkin'
Walkin' over those who oppose every so often
As I sleep tight haters dreamin' bout my coffin
Bossin'
Catch me in the H superflossin'
Holla if you feelin' awesome
If you see me ask whats poppin'
I tell em' me, cant nobody stop him
Finger flippin' dollas slippin' through em.
As they fall stripper booties get to movin'
We want it all
Winter to Fall we got autumn bullets
Don't make me pull it
Lay your ass down just to prove it
They chosin', I'm chosen
If you like warm then I'm frozen
And I bet there ain't a damn box they can put me in
That I can't open
Place hope in just a few places
I committed the crime but there's no traces
Watch how I take the top spot
Watch how you flop
You can call it trading spaces
My place of origin is unknown
My game is far from yours, got an astrodome
I'm lookin' at a bunch of clones
They say congratulations like Post Malone
Bury bones cause I ran out of room inside my closet
Burnin' you bitches, fumes to my rocket
My mind a safe and you cant unlock it
I'm underground course my name ain't on the docket
Pocket full of thangs that'll take your eyes right out they socket
Murder scene, police they had to drop it
Lack of evidence no body cause I chopped it
And now I'm in the club, watchin' how she poppin'
My place of origin is unknown
My game is far from yours, got an astrodome
I'm lookin' at a bunch of clones
They say congratulations like Post Malone
Dyl the Killsmith - Enigma Lyrics
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I'm gon' break the beat down like this
Twist up Ima smoke it put it right to my lips
Ima get to kissin' on it make it nasty I make the beat strip
I give it purpose, I make it feel literate
Then we get to f*ckin, the beat fell in love
F*cked around got kids
Well oh shit
I don't multiplied by a little bit
I've been smokin' pine for the hell of it
Back when I wan wild used to get hella bent
Nowadays I'm controllin' elements
What you know about that boy
Catch my sounds around your town steady makin' noise
Dyl the Kill aka Killjoy
I let the heater talk if you tryin' to play with toys
But I'd rather let these hands do the talkin'
Walkin' over those who oppose every so often
As I sleep tight haters dreamin' bout my coffin
Bossin'
Catch me in the H superflossin'
Holla if you feelin' awesome
If you see me ask whats poppin'
I tell em' me, cant nobody stop him
Finger flippin' dollas slippin' through em.
As they fall stripper booties get to movin'
We want it all
Winter to Fall we got autumn bullets
Don't make me pull it
Lay your ass down just to prove it
They chosin', I'm chosen
If you like warm then I'm frozen
And I bet there ain't a damn box they can put me in
That I can't open
Place hope in just a few places
I committed the crime but there's no traces
Watch how I take the top spot
Watch how you flop
You can call it trading spaces
My place of origin is unknown
My game is far from yours, got an astrodome
I'm lookin' at a bunch of clones
They say congratulations like Post Malone
Bury bones cause I ran out of room inside my closet
Burnin' you bitches, fumes to my rocket
My mind a safe and you cant unlock it
I'm underground course my name ain't on the docket
Pocket full of thangs that'll take your eyes right out they socket
Murder scene, police they had to drop it
Lack of evidence no body cause I chopped it
And now I'm in the club, watchin' how she poppin'
My place of origin is unknown
My game is far from yours, got an astrodome
I'm lookin' at a bunch of clones
They say congratulations like Post Malone
Twist up Ima smoke it put it right to my lips
Ima get to kissin' on it make it nasty I make the beat strip
I give it purpose, I make it feel literate
Then we get to f*ckin, the beat fell in love
F*cked around got kids
Well oh shit
I don't multiplied by a little bit
I've been smokin' pine for the hell of it
Back when I wan wild used to get hella bent
Nowadays I'm controllin' elements
What you know about that boy
Catch my sounds around your town steady makin' noise
Dyl the Kill aka Killjoy
I let the heater talk if you tryin' to play with toys
But I'd rather let these hands do the talkin'
Walkin' over those who oppose every so often
As I sleep tight haters dreamin' bout my coffin
Bossin'
Catch me in the H superflossin'
Holla if you feelin' awesome
If you see me ask whats poppin'
I tell em' me, cant nobody stop him
Finger flippin' dollas slippin' through em.
As they fall stripper booties get to movin'
We want it all
Winter to Fall we got autumn bullets
Don't make me pull it
Lay your ass down just to prove it
They chosin', I'm chosen
If you like warm then I'm frozen
And I bet there ain't a damn box they can put me in
That I can't open
Place hope in just a few places
I committed the crime but there's no traces
Watch how I take the top spot
Watch how you flop
You can call it trading spaces
My place of origin is unknown
My game is far from yours, got an astrodome
I'm lookin' at a bunch of clones
They say congratulations like Post Malone
Bury bones cause I ran out of room inside my closet
Burnin' you bitches, fumes to my rocket
My mind a safe and you cant unlock it
I'm underground course my name ain't on the docket
Pocket full of thangs that'll take your eyes right out they socket
Murder scene, police they had to drop it
Lack of evidence no body cause I chopped it
And now I'm in the club, watchin' how she poppin'
My place of origin is unknown
My game is far from yours, got an astrodome
I'm lookin' at a bunch of clones
They say congratulations like Post Malone
Writer: Dylan Smith
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