Earl Sweatshirt - Dat Ass Lyrics
[Intro: RZA]Search inside my purse to buy something worthless[Verse 1]99 problems all gone in that one jointAnd the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpointI'mma bubble in the belly of the monsterWith a duffle full of troubles, trunk rattle in the MazdaRagged with the Contra, Phantom of the OperaAnd I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long runThe bags packed, roadside with the thumb outToe tagged, don't gag, [fag], spit your gum outNomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's dangerI'm a manger born puppy holding flight like a hangar doKnife to the trachea spit, scabies and betThe label don't like me but they pay me a gripAnd you see how his day going by the state of his wristsMy niggas busy play doughing, bet the baker came swinging likeWhat the ***** you saying? All that aiming and missI'mma ***** the freckles off your *****, nigga[Hook: RZA]I'll ***** the freckles off your face, *****We could do this shit all nightI'll ***** the freckles off your face, *****[Verse 2]You know me, drugs out, 'front the tellyI'm couch-drunk and ready to *****, count fetti and bucksPack loud as that slap 'cross the bellyWhat's up? ***** nigga, what's up?I'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel CrushScreaming "Saddle up!" like ***** is beef? Get your cattle cut, pansyIf them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?The rice and patty's cooked, nice for the chancellorThem teeth with the gold bright, the light switches mad at usSnap chatting panty clad baddies, I'm a bachelorI'm high and polite cause po-lice is in back of usAnd write with the same hand I smack 'em up withStretching out the fifteen I had initiallyIcky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep[Hook]
