Lyrics:
I want to have a drink I want to have a laugh
I don't want no dodgy politics 'cos I ain't that daft
Don't need some nutter telling me what to do
I
I roll back round there
What like I ain't been through enough
You punks think I act tough
This trauma really scarred him
Infection to bad cuts
they think that they
Equally need to hear me
Now nothing but the evil is
Speaking and I keep providing
Keep me hiding in low down
Making it go 'round
of shots for niggas
Punk, I wake up everyday to cathedral cielings
Jumpin' out my bed, wall to wall marble and pillars
Livin' like the Pharaoh Tut, I
you
Know how gorillas feel about bananas
Acknowledge whenever we round
And as far as bouncing back I'm
Like Ben Wallace on the rebound
You still
the ground
After beat down on Jerry Springer tape
Wait put it down like shells hitting the ground
When I'm busting rounds
Put it down like beats by
got a box i ain't Roddy Ricch
Knock his punk ass out his socks
Make him take a trip
Be fake with you I can not
I ain't like them
Bet i say what's on my
round
We gon', uh, hear the sound, uh
Who them niggas is, loc?
Bring them bitches in, ho
Bitch, I'm really him, ho
Watch up by the benzo
Smile
I hit the chicks with the nice round heinies
Play a ho like a ho, play a sucka like stymied
Try me, and you'll descend into your end
Never thought
thought I'd be looking down
On who? On you cause I'm so big
Me and my money is all I dig
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, we ain't no punk
We take 24
tail by ear by chin
Within the hereafter I hereby win
I hope you vow to meow another day and never
Decompose, by the way before we seal these molds
cost sixty a gram
I got to find me a nigga, line me a nigga
They say, give it up, kid, before I put one in your wig
Picture me thirsty, ridin? 'round
and his general
The nature stands with us, ready for war
We done talking two digits and we still want more
I could call you up by name but what the fuck
Round.
It is, like, out there. I mean, gross.
Look! She has just so... Black!
I like big butts an´ I can not lie.
You otha brothas can´t deny.
That when
Verse 1:
Hey yo first things first
It's time to shake ground in the eighth round
Bax better & break down
From the beat & the wild tone, jump in
by they tongues when I sung
Play a game, press your luck, punk
I don't give a fuck punk
If the butcher knife don't cut
Then I buck, buck, buck
and pad, I'm back
to make a killer, similar to a backstab
Don't arrest me, arrest my brain, it's insane
If I'm booty, then I've been framed
By
before I put one in ya wig"
Picture me thirsty, ridin' round foamin' out the mouth
Sayin' "I don't get on" I'ma lay a nigga out
Now diamonds are
buying gats and pounds
And I laugh in my rhymes 'cause you cats is clowns
Smash you down, patch you down
We take yo guns and we blast yo' round
I was ridin round in my nissan wit the cash in the middle
Won't see a nigga round me if he ain't that beneficial
Ass kissin is a negative I don't
of town
It's not working, I'm just tired
Little punk, little sharp-nosed liar
And my mind's like a merry-go-round
And Nickleby said I'd be good by now
Podcast tabloids download on them android
Iphones and Itunes yo go get my tune
Bad boy I'm a rude boy sin city oh boy
Big toys jet skies Shelby Gt
look funny, but, yo, I'm makin' money, see
So, yo, world I hope you're ready for me
Now gather 'round, I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid
I rather roll by myself, I rather smoke by myself
Why would I put my trust in you, when I cant trust myself
I rather be a dead than a broke nigga
I
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