Trick for Treat - Neon Neon, Har Mar Superstar, Spank Rock

She got me dreaming like a Michigan boy in Hollywood

She got me doing all I can

The way her dress be blowing in the wind

She looks cold, but warm enough to dip my pinky in

(It's a bust)

My bitch look good so they call me Hollywood

Berate me: rebel, rebel — though I think they wish they could

Figured they got me around that collar, geeza, I wish it would

All right, all Dwight, all white, what’s good?

They open man, breathing in like oxygen

My man Montana had me slanging through the tropics man

I told him my issues, ask how to get in issues

Sent me home with a gift, a few bricks from his igloos

And now I’m back from the future, stepping out my gullwing

Cookbook from Virginia, honey let me explain

Jeezy said it was easy, jiggman the same thing

Trust this, take a sniff, take a second, taste a drip, drip

She got me dreaming like a Michigan boy in Hollywood

She got me doing all I can

The way her dress be blowing in the wind

She looks cold, but warm enough to dip my pinky in

(It's a bust)

(Gold weighs so much more than this)

Back to the feature, break the sutures on your septum

Alleviate the deviated nature and we’ll wreck them

Latch key kit, feel the drip, licking pussy lips

Bitches all around me wiggling hips

Feel the chop, time just stops

Roll another tuna baby, suck that shit up

Bag of skull and crushed up bones

But the bathroom line is just too long

Girly walk with me so we can feed the greed

Lurking in the alley seedily

One hand, one kitty, other feeling on me

I’m gonna stick it in the chickenhead cause shit ain’t free

And I’m, waiting for my man

Secret shake, wait, exchange hands

So then they saw the DeLorean baby, unless unhighly I’m right

And ease me my, puts in the Benjamin Franks (???)

They going deep through trenches, blasting Charlie’s April bitches (???)

Also stop and keep them waiting picture (???)

Imma miss these niggas, jeez

Cheddar Romano Gouda

Hungry belly, full like Buddha

You said we was alone, who’s the intruder?

She got me dreaming like a Michigan boy in Hollywood

She got me doing all I can

The way her dress be blowing in the wind

She looks cold, but warm enough to dip my pinky in

(It's a bust)

Society high in Lady Snow

Society high in caviar

Once in Belize (???)

Is poised for release