Wyatt Earp lyrics
by hooligan chase
It’s a standoff, duck, don’t get hit
Got that quick draw straight from my hip
I’m the Wyatt Earp of my clique
Baby I’m a wanted man, first on the list
I mastered earth, wind, and fire
You old men should retire
Bow down in my presence
b*tch, I’m the Messiah
White stripes on my tires
Not for sale for no buyer
Plant apple trees with my faculty
Coconuts and papayas
b*tch, stop
Tell the crew chief need a pit stop
Everybody lust for a big watch
Need a big boat for a big dock
And I don’t understand why
You tell me I can’t, why can’t I?
I got the one you want on standby
I was in that lake ‘till it ran dry
Take it for a spin, and I brought it right back
No scratch on the paint ‘cuz I got it like that
My hoodie is a fossil, I bought it like that
Dancin’ in the end zone, caught it likе that
My name hold weight
Good go to great
Evеry time I spend a lil’ two times eight
My home-cooked meal like heaven on plates
Let a b*tch one I ain’t steppin’ on grapes
Words from a chef [?]
Play with that fire Prince Zuko
Don’t make me go loco, [?]
pus*y boy sweet like sucrose (Lil’ b*tch)
Take it out, put it back in
Don’t you got a friend you can tap in (Uh!)
What’s a great white to the Kraken (Tell ‘em)
What’s a fruit fly to a dragon
Uh (Uh uh uh)
When the sun, Moon, and Earth are aligned
A young man
Will begin to make his ascension
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
It’s a standoff, duck, don’t get hit
Got that quick draw straight from my hip
I’m the Wyatt Earp of my clique
Baby I’m a wanted man, first on the list