Rose Capone, YNR Rianthademon - Two Headed Goat Lyrics

Shorty want to kick it with me
Heard she really want to put her lips to my peen
Yeah I got the sticks and the beams
Leave a thotty open like the rips in my jeans
Picture a scene where I'm lit on the bean
On my way to succeed
Until a chick intervene
She manipulate me
Just to get what she need
If she need reassurance then she get it from me
Just took a pic with your bitch and i might post
You know we keep your block lit like a lightpost
Hey man your nose kind of runny we can wipe those
These bitches call me Danny phantom cause I might ghost
Your shorty stuck I had to tell her to get off me
After we fuck I ask the bitch if she want coffee
I'm not religious
Don't know why your trying to cross me
Wendy's bars hit you know that they be frosty
I upset a lot of hoes but Im just bobbing to the beat now
Pain is getting audible I'm sobbing while I speak now
Dropping like a domino I'm falling to my feet now
Awkward if your momma wanna swallow all my meat now
Yeah we shot him with the choppa
Now he waddle when he walk
We done got him in the locker room
We rob him while he talk
In the bottom of the barrel with a bottle full of rock
And Im talking like a got a room with chops in the boxes
Toxic hoes like to get up on my cock
When toxins show
I can get a hoe to stop it
Im blocking those
I'm like 83hades
The pistol I pull it
I twist it and bop it
I pop it karate
I'll chop
Ain't no stopping it
Drop it in the party
Ill rock it
Im stomping in
Popping a molly
Ive gone where gods have been
Stop it
Get off me
You gonna start an argument
See this where I hop in right here
Finna start spitting watch
He passing it right back to bro
Yeah this how it go
They calling me Roddy I'm way down below
I'm throwing a dart
We backup restart
Your momma her pussy be smelling like farts
Bitch do not be smart
We smoking on carts
And just like the Simpsons I'm bad like I'm bart
This rap game is wild
These bars aren't mild
You hit me I smile
No I'm not your child
You're haircut I styled
This complaint I filed
These hundreds they pile
Your ex hit me up and said she hit that dial
I'm close to the end
No I'm not your friend
There's concerts in Denver I'm gonna attend
I'm making you blend
This shit is pretend
I'm ending my shit
You'll see my ass ascend
He said he want to fight me
I know that he don't
And he think he gonna pull up
I know that he won't
I'm the king of this shit
Imma sit on my throne
Please don't send me your songs
I don't care what you wrote
Stop all that pretending
We know you don't tote
But you know me and Dom we the two headed goat
When I'm talking you listen and probably take notes
How you talk all that shit with my dick in your throat
Wait that actually kinda sounded weird
I'm change that real quick
Let me run it back
Imma try again this time
He said he want to fight me
I know that he don't
And he think he gonna pull up
I know that he won't
I'm the king of this shit
Imma sit on my throne
Please don't send me your songs
I don't care what you wrote
and stop all that pretending
We know you don't tote
But you know me and Dom we the two headed goat
When I'm talking you listen and probably take notes
I might roll a few blunts if you pussies want smoke
He said he want to fight me
I know that he don't
If he think he gonna pull up
I know that he won't
I'm the king of this shit
Imma sit on my throne
Please don't send me your songs
I don't care what you wrote
And stop all that pretending
We know you don't tote
But you know me and Dom we the two headed goat
When I'm talking you listen and probably take notes
I might roll a few blunts if you pussies want smoke
Bitch

Shorty want to kick it with me
Heard she really want to put her lips to my peen
Yeah I got the sticks and the beams
Leave a thotty open like the rips in my jeans
Picture a scene where I'm lit on the bean
On my way to succeed
Until a chick intervene
She manipulate me
Just to get what she need
If she need reassurance then she get it from me
Just took a pic with your bitch and i might post
You know we keep your block lit like a lightpost
Hey man your nose kind of runny we can wipe those
These bitches call me Danny phantom cause I might ghost
Your shorty stuck I had to tell her to get off me
After we fuck I ask the bitch if she want coffee
I'm not religious
Don't know why your trying to cross me
Wendy's bars hit you know that they be frosty
I upset a lot of hoes but Im just bobbing to the beat now
Pain is getting audible I'm sobbing while I speak now
Dropping like a domino I'm falling to my feet now
Awkward if your momma wanna swallow all my meat now
Yeah we shot him with the choppa
Now he waddle when he walk
We done got him in the locker room
We rob him while he talk
In the bottom of the barrel with a bottle full of rock
And Im talking like a got a room with chops in the boxes
Toxic hoes like to get up on my cock
When toxins show
I can get a hoe to stop it
Im blocking those
I'm like 83hades
The pistol I pull it
I twist it and bop it
I pop it karate
I'll chop
Ain't no stopping it
Drop it in the party
Ill rock it
Im stomping in
Popping a molly
Ive gone where gods have been
Stop it
Get off me
You gonna start an argument
See this where I hop in right here
Finna start spitting watch
He passing it right back to bro
Yeah this how it go
They calling me Roddy I'm way down below
I'm throwing a dart
We backup restart
Your momma her pussy be smelling like farts
Bitch do not be smart
We smoking on carts
And just like the Simpsons I'm bad like I'm bart
This rap game is wild
These bars aren't mild
You hit me I smile
No I'm not your child
You're haircut I styled
This complaint I filed
These hundreds they pile
Your ex hit me up and said she hit that dial
I'm close to the end
No I'm not your friend
There's concerts in Denver I'm gonna attend
I'm making you blend
This shit is pretend
I'm ending my shit
You'll see my ass ascend
He said he want to fight me
I know that he don't
And he think he gonna pull up
I know that he won't
I'm the king of this shit
Imma sit on my throne
Please don't send me your songs
I don't care what you wrote
Stop all that pretending
We know you don't tote
But you know me and Dom we the two headed goat
When I'm talking you listen and probably take notes
How you talk all that shit with my dick in your throat
Wait that actually kinda sounded weird
I'm change that real quick
Let me run it back
Imma try again this time
He said he want to fight me
I know that he don't
And he think he gonna pull up
I know that he won't
I'm the king of this shit
Imma sit on my throne
Please don't send me your songs
I don't care what you wrote
and stop all that pretending
We know you don't tote
But you know me and Dom we the two headed goat
When I'm talking you listen and probably take notes
I might roll a few blunts if you pussies want smoke
He said he want to fight me
I know that he don't
If he think he gonna pull up
I know that he won't
I'm the king of this shit
Imma sit on my throne
Please don't send me your songs
I don't care what you wrote
And stop all that pretending
We know you don't tote
But you know me and Dom we the two headed goat
When I'm talking you listen and probably take notes
I might roll a few blunts if you pussies want smoke
Bitch