Komik Ft. Hwarang- Holiday Like Whoa!
K
Vacation from lyricism, packed bags & same location as Hwarang
Waste of time, since these spanish ho's be shakin' their hourglass
First round's on you man! Then we hit the streets & we be buzzin'
Fightin' & fuzzin', & by the end of the night, fuckin' GAIA's cousins
Resturants & Cafés, shitfaced with scotch infront of some ill olives
Headin for the Kareokee bar! End up rockin the mic to Phil Collins
Una serveza niggah! Buyin' a 6-pack cuz I cant afford them each
Saw a shore in reach, Come on Hwa! Let's head it for the beach...
Hw
Follow our feetprints along the shore of seashells
And exhale toxic fumes like fat people's heatvents
Zipping B52s and P2s, a vaction from every P-12
Parties and shorties ..Sunshine, no more punchlines..
Got shitfaced last night, deleted my account from this website
Walking down the beach, casting a glance at the headlines..
Something about crazy tourists and dozens of victims
Oh shit! That's GAIA's cousins on the picture
Exposed naked and fucked up like Pamela Lee
No cops insight, C'mon K, lets abandon the beach
And go search for the rest of G's family tree
Holiday! Celebrate!
Drunk ass fucks, K & H on a Island of lust
Pimpin hoes, but why is José smilin at us?
K
Can't recall jack, except earnin grands, my head be swervin man
Woke up & got served breakfast, by a fat bitch from Birmingham!
Lipstick on my dicktip,*Knock Knock* "Open up love, its Anthony"
Last few weeks, Ive been hospitalized, for jumpin off the balcony
It's all good, big TV, betta call up Hw while watchin Richard Nixon
Hold up! What do you mean crazy tourists and dozens of victims?
Gotta bounce up outta here, I'll meet you at the airport in twenty
Cops are many, betta' fill up with some shots of scotch & Henny!
Sendin' a postcard from K & H to whoa, while we're gone; Be well
Cuz when we come home, we be rippin' apart every single P-12!
Holiday! Celebrate!
Drunk ass fucks, K & H on a Island of lust
Pimpin hoes, but why is José smilin at us?
I'm Superman! King fucking Kong! I can pick you up and throw you a million miles. I'm number one. Number fucking one. I'm number one. Number fucking one. Number one! Number one! Number one!
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