Hot To Touch

[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
Stealing outta purse (yeah)
Nowadays medication bogs me down and I don’t smoke Bobby Brown
Rolling through another Northern California logging town
Like who can stop me now I’m at the edge of success and I’ve seen the world for what it is and I am not impressed
Prepared for the worst but I get the best
I’m not tripping I’m dripping just like candle wax off of a bitches breast
Whipping with finesse I’m breaking thirty birds down in twenty-nine minutes and I ain’t even finished yet
9th bar kick it in a hotel with five stars
Golly Gee Willikers I’m the Godliest by far
I’m crazy with the biscuit if you made it to my shitlist
I can turn this whole shindig into an Albanian picnic
I’m busting shit off like you shook me up and took the lid off
I’m throwing bricks off of the high-rises hoping they hit y’all
I’m on my regalness
I wanna women with a tattoo all across her neck that expresses her vegan-ness
Veganism will leave you leaking jizzm
I’m the Ross motherfucker out of Ohio since DJ Prism
Rest in Peace Prism Man [?] came into Commonwealth extraordinaire I don’t do what the layman do
Intelligent not an imposter fresher than vanocka
Beautiful women that look like Tracy Lord serving me pasta
Kicking it like dung smoking like I had an infinite lung finna holler at little Gina Simmons with the tongue
Gifted by the power of nature and gifted to some
Fuck The World I’ve also been known to stick my dick in the sun
Yeahhh
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