NAUSEABOUND

[PAPA SPYRO]

(CHORUS)

Nauseous, make yo bitch unconscious
Put it in her face n now you think you gotta start shit

Cautious, make yo bitch unconscious
Pull up to ur place n now you jumpin in the moshpit


[JREENJIA]

(VERSE)

Ye
Feelin fucking nauseous hearing that boys new tape uh
Grab my pistol finna hit you you gonna catch a fade uh
Drop you dead, body's flowing red, call that accolade
Be spittin flames, snorting cocaine, getting all the fame uh
Got mad flow, spitting on the mic
Hating all the opps, they deserve no hype
They talkin smack, can't back it up
Leave them in the dust, while counting my bucks
Never stoop down to their level
Keep proving myself, rise like a rebel
They'll try to bring me down, but I'll never break
Hating everyone, wasn't a mistake

[PAPA SPYRO + JREENJIA]

(CHORUS)

Nauseous, make yo bitch unconscious
Put it in her face n now you think you gotta start shit

Cautious, make yo bitch unconscious
Pull up to ur place n now you jumpin in the moshpit


[PAPA SPYRO]

(VERSE)

Ten outta ten, hop in the Benz
Think you can stop me, n think it again
You got no friends, I got sum mens
Think you can stop me, n think it again
Ten outta ten, hop in the Benz
Think you can stop me, n think it again
You got no friends, I got sum mens
Think you can stop me n bababababada

Oh Mcdonald, Oh Mcdonald
Fuck a chicken sandwich n they call me Ronald
Mayo on my dick n I won the fuckin lotto
Can't get it out so I squeeze the fuckin bottle
Dick on my waist n I gotta fuckin back pack
Can't fuckin piss so I jerk it n I fap fap
Drink fuckin shit little poody wada bap bap
Ugh ugh