Ashboo versuri

Versuri Ashnikko – Ashboo lyrics

Nose up-turned like some sorta elitist
But I’ve had these skills since I was a fetus
You can laugh all you want with your cliche teases
But don’t think you’re better just because of your penis
And you rhyme about the money, how you give it to these hoes
While you living with your mommy, packing lunches with pressed clothes
I’m that southern girl, that bible belt is my birth place
Where ignorance is the norm, they don’t know how the truth tastes
Yup, they don’t know how the truth tastes

Running on sweet tea and my grandma’s cooking
That fake southern charm, leave them tourists shooken
I wasn’t that girl, kissing ass for the cool crowd
Cause them bitches inch deep, and I’m trying to make mom proud
And I’m feisty with the lyrics, pricking holes in your ego
But I’m sly with the psychic, feel the first after three more
Making love to the lyrics, second nature, and I’m hardly phased
You rhyme with sloppy rhymes, I sip or steam with my pinky raised
And bitches sip malicious dirty dishes in their kitchens
Neglecting who they are for this gossip, easy pickings
And I’m sickenin’ over how you waste your breath on my behavior
Pretty soon with all this talk, people will bow like I’m their savior
But you’ll savor the syllables I caress with every sentence
If the rhyme scheme was a master, I’d be a student full apprentice
Can’t prevent this, my steady succession to the top
You tying weights around my ankles and I shake ‘em off the drop
Yep, I shake ‘em off the drop

So let’s doo-wop and booty pop our way to the sock hop
And quench these thirsty crowds, leave ‘em shooken when the show stop
And don’t stop believin,’ leave ‘em hopeful and ambitious
Stick your head above the crowd ‘cause it’s healthy and nutritious
And fictitious how I don’t give a fuck what you think
You can throw all these tomatoes but it wash off in the sink
So back, yo, back, yo, you got me on attack mode-