Willie The Kid – Medusa feat. Action Bronson & Roc Marciano (Prod. By The Alchemist) Lyrics

Willie The Kid – Medusa feat. Action Bronson & Roc Marciano (Prod. By The Alchemist) Lyrics

Marvel at the marble
Marble is Mahogany floor
I need mosaic on a basic evasive
Faces of Medusa what I’m used to complacent
Shop Basilants or a point like a …
Hand made ceramic, antique standards
Speaking Spanish, a patient man’s antique
Pomp this box in a lot behind the annex
Base for the buffest, aliens upon my ammines
She beggin me to trust her on the hand popping Xanax
The money was the buffer that absorbed the most damage
Unsaved, really not a scratch upon my armor
Come and gimme, gimme Guatemala bitches
We in the Guapelos, grab in my vodka
Rock for this rocker toast o
Humping hoes my humble abode
Between stainless steel stoves
Each dollar silver silver ware
Dancing on these bitches
Semi automatics in the valley
Hustle more steam muscles
Pay the mortgage
Push money portraits, portions, gorgeous
Scary like the mortuary terrace
Heavy grudges like the rabies
Rap rapper double chop ripper
Lie from the pony
Dangle like a bungee chord
Horse four to my feet
Undefeated undisputed, deeply wounded

A yo this splint look like a shrimp with a shit
Spend a grip with a drop top with the lid
If I were black my ways would spin
Were to fallow causing gray the chin
Vocals got me all expenses paid
Fly not a shorty style read in
Got the bird auto follow
My knife work like Hiroyuki Suzuki
Vocals got me all expenses paid
Fly not a shorty style read in
Got the bird auto follow
It’ 10 AM and I’m already set
10:30 I’ll be up at my pigeon’s house
When it strikes noon, light the fluke
Bite the fruit…
Thinking them seconds I spilled soda on my shoe
These are sharp, now I guess I gotta wear’em to the park
While I’m shooting jumpers with the op

…until the Lord make a joyful noise
My head embroider in the coins
The gun and groins in his joint
Helen of Troy, I’m a sex toy
Mama’s boy falling call convoy
Annoy as an ass toy
The brain bad boy laughed at joy
Hoping at Utopia
You bag and Cush seed
Good foot spree and breeze
The weed is appeased, victory ceased
This please live with the disease
Give me 20 feet like a center piece
Look distinctive, the length that’s a nigger drinking
Slut 25 with lust to be fingered
Look off the shot
We’ve come to win the green man