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Burn The Hoods Lyrics – Ski Mask The Slump God

Burn The Hoods Lyrics by Ski Mask The Slump God is latest English song with music also given by YoungKio. Burn The Hoods song lyrics are written by YoungKio & Ski Mask the Slump God.

Burn The Hoods Lyrics - Ski Mask The Slump God

Burn The Hoods Song Detail

Singer: Ski Mask The Slump God
Composer: YoungKio
Lyrics by: YoungKio & Ski Mask the Slump God

Burn The Hoods Ski Mask The Slump God

 

Yeah, yuh
Bi**h
Kio, Kio
Uh, uh

If you f**k with me, he pushin’ pedals
Somewhere in a meadow, six feet under is his new level
I am considered a rebel ’cause I never settle
Ah, pshht, ’cause I’m hot like a kettle
Your bi**h is a rental, I had to pay incidentals
And they act funny, Jay Leno
Twisted my metal, now they actin’ shaky like treble
These ni**as food like kibble (Um)

It’s up like ice in a cup (Yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah)
Said, “f**k, my president, Donald Trump” (Yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah)
Life Alert, I’m stuck off the Perc’, I can’t get up (Yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah)
I call them underwear ’cause they can’t seem to get off my nuts (Get, get, get, get)

America sucks, U.S.A. for me mean us and don’t touch (Uh-huh)
Like Big Time Rush, we four deep in the Jeep seats made out of crocodile nuts
In God we trust, Starsky, Hutch (Hutch)
Seein’ police, then a ni**a gotta duck (Duck)
Said, “I’m skatin’ on thin ice with no puck” (Yeah, yeah)
Ain’t that funny? ‘Cause a ni**a don’t give no f**ks (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Okay, this ain’t even verse two but they still tryna figure me out
Scooby Doo, uh-huh
But I’m a mystery, I left a Blue’s Clue, uh-huh
She kissin’ on me like I got a boo boo, uh-huh (Boo boo)
With a thick bi**h at a picnic (Haha)
I ain’t pack no food, just a bottle of the goop
My weed has the stench of platypus poop
Or better yet, Captain Sparrow black boots (Ayy, ayy)
Know your ni**a got a sweet tooth, Augustus Gloop (Ayy, ayy)
Givin’ his bi**h wood, no Groot, uh-huh (Ayy, ayy)
Inspector Gadget-style trench coat with Burberry print on the rope, ah, ah (With the Burberry print)
Ratatouille how I’m cookin’ with the sauce, they want
Hit the motherf**ker with the rope-a-dope (Hit the motherf**ker with the rope-a-dope)
My wrist on ice-atope (Wrist on ice-atope)
I need a minute, let me light my Pope (Um)

It’s up like ice in a cup (Yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah)
Said, “f**k, my president, Donald Trump” (Yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah)
Life Alert, I’m stuck off the Perc’, I can’t get up (Yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah)
I call them underwear ’cause they can’t seem to get off my nuts

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