PINK FLAMINGOS

[Intro]
Huh, ayy
Ayy, Dialup, yuh (Trap-a-holics mixtapes)
Yuh
Not just a pretty face

[Verse 1: AOL]
Pretty bitch, long legs, skinny waist
Pin me down, I'm your toy, I'm your slave (Real trap shit)
Keep a blade, fuck around, catch a case
Smoke a sack, kill a beat, do the race
Uh, huh, I feel like Big Swole
I smoke my big bowl
I keep my big pole
Yeah, desperate for the bag like I'm Mink Stole
I'm divine, lil' bitch, Pink Flamingos
(Bang)
Gang

[Verse 2: campfire.mesh]
Ruffle up in feathers, come with a Beretta
You got fucking setup bumpin' East by Earl Sweatshirt
You been playing catch-up, rhythm so Allegra
Ain't a troubled teen but start a riot when I catcher
Act so fuckin' toxic, I swear I attract acid
Heat, I got the metal, get whacked like bad blacksmiths
Remember back in days when I used to be called last name
Thirsty for my verses, they bending they ass backwards
I was depressed, I got a text from God
He said "tl;dr"
I could give a fuck about your problems, I best go to Mars
I be goin' every day so my dad can pay off his car
I'm not sure where I can stay up on this in these fuckin' stars
Seen so many faces, don't understand what they want, though
I speak Carl Sagan, I'll send 'em up to the cosmos
Question me and death'll be answered to your bravado
Feathers pink from bathin' in blood, was born a swan though