Lyrics:
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
up and gave a grin
He yelled out, "Fire!", then came Suzy
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the girl but didn't hurt her
Both
at the world even if it apologized to me (sorry)
You're hearing the last thoughts of a man
About to blow his fucking brains out
Fall back with a blood-stained
'Til your speakers crap out, huh, what?
Girl, you got a hot butt like a lit cigarette (chig-chigga-ret-ret)
But you won't get a hot fudge sundae from
ain't got to fuck me, girl, fuck you
I'm rolling with my goons
And I would never roll on my nigga, take that to my tomb
Ain't no girl came out of mom's
goin out to the Bahamas
I keep them stiff broads when I'm fuckin with the hogs
Cause they never get stopped by the motherfuckin cops
Bootch look hard but
this bad
Even though she seems so high
He knows that she can't fly
and when she falls out of the sky
He'll be standing by
She was raised in
out on Friday, gettin' wild with the boys
Let 'em go to the woods in the cold, painted up camo green
Yeah, let 'em chase, let 'em fall for
Yeah i'm with the shits you can tell by my face boy
Dropping the ball that's on me (Never)
Stretching your girl like luffy (Yeah)
Ichigo bankai, tensa
Whoo Kid
Nigga is you stupid, I'll let the K spray
I'm a king with drama, ask Kay Slay
Spread your lies fuck boy, go on talk about me
I'm the real
fuck with nice girls, I never do this type of shit
I'm thinkin' 'bout hittin' it raw, shit I must be wildin' out
But that pussy wet as hell, I think
A little shorty gettin and try to have ya hurtin and thumpin
They be like he small girl he workin with something
Lil' Wayne on fire I'll smash on your
gon fall, yall gon fall
Yall gon fall before us
Yall won't ball, yall won't ball
Yall won't ball before us
Yeah
Got your girl goin’ crazy
She heard
Follow me
Out of the monotony welcome into prophecy
This is where your higher self finds its homogeny
With the lower self and combines the cacophony
and not your girl's age
It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual
So I guess it's understandable man
Oh you gotta love it, you gotta
break in your home
And take this specifics and meanwhile the bitch is on vacation with him so she don't get blamed
We don't snatch chains, we find out
restaurant
Buy you any damn thing that you want
You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose
But later on your coming out them panty hose
You want gold, girl
auntie and ya momma know bout that fool
Your grandpa and your grandma heard that rule
White boys and white girls gon' buy that
words as a weapon and knock you out with it
But hear me out again, I'm not try'na get hated on
I just tell it how I see it and if y'all don't play along
your postcode to W10
Grow apart, fall out of love with your friends
They'll say fame made you change but it's just all them
Some of them get cat, some
it's happening now
Only inspired by my friends from way back
Said she wanna pop it in the car on the way back
Girl if you ain't really with it you
the body slam
Turnin' out concerts, house'n the industry
Lovin' all the fly girls screamin' for Ice-T
Rollin' with the Syndicate my unstoppable battalion
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bras then mash up the nanni (Uh)
Vicious 44 (Grrah) , locked in the house (Da)
Bare fat corn make your brain fall out (yeah)
Still GAS try come round
there
Cause your family bae is like family
You by my side we gon look the best
Compatible yeah we're gon' be the best
cll the boys want her they get no
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