Fes Taylor - 2 Hot 2 Touch Lyrics
f/ Lon Dini[Chorus 2X: Lon Dini]Too hot to touch, who *****ing with Tuffs, now noneRepresent the Nilla for realer, make all you cowards run[Lon Dini]I'm so on fire, my mouth make, mic wires meltI'm gone, for broke, floating in the zone by myselfMaster my music, now I'm bout to lock and abuse itSpill so fluent, people probably ask how I do itSay the drug game, pieces in living port, help me sure it rawOn top of that, my pen keep it funky like sewers areYou don't want none, have hardware pointed at your loved onePull it and I'm using it, Tufflon, exclusive shitOnly slide bangers for gangsters, that was cool and shitCowards on me can flip, this Smith leave your spirits wetTaught in the jungle, be quiet but move militant...[Chorus 4X][Lon Dini]I bench press and back break, cut and decapitateMy vocals like lead flying clutch iron you die in a duel of deathI get murdered, the Nilz is in my soul rec'Fly as the posses of old west, respected like old vetViolate fam, I murder whole setsSynthethic thump, run and throw darts and out bomb thisSection is large, til you put your hands on me, cuzNow the medics might not reach ya, maggots all eat yaUnder the earth, you try to bust me, I let it bang first[Chorus 4X][Lon Dini]Like damn, Tuff, why you put it down so violentIt's like I rep for my whole *****ing project, that was forgottenIt ain't nothing I got on my pop it and lock it and loadThe lion's awoke, leading the Jungle, going for throatsThe general spoke, escape with a cloak and dagger, drunker staggerOnly thing left on concrete was brain matterYour dream shattered, my team plot ladder like paintersNot a soul in the projects heard your voice when we stained ya[Chorus 4X]
