Lyrics:
been waitin' for
Murder yeah , ha ha yeah
What why'all riffinabout, hangem like they did in the South
Dead wit ya dick in ya mouth
Now what this
been there
Now I'm in there, sit back and look at what it took for me to get there
First came the bullshit the drama with my Mama
She got on some fly
to the den, what did I see?
I seen a nigga hairy STINK ass (word??)
and my girl on her knees (OHHH SHIT!)
She was suckin the nex niguh dick (oh shit!)
Hey man,
had to walk and had to catch a ride? (what's up?)
The bus just passed by, but you wasn't there on time
The club just let out and you not even fly
me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my
Instru 1
Bout to shut down the future festival
And my future see a lot of decimals
Show you coward suckers what the tech'll do
Leave 'em stiff
Leave
Ooh, aye yeah, Thugger Thugger, yeah
Trae Tha Truth, yeah asshole by nature, yeah
Thugger, YSL shake the equator
Aye, I'm the same nigga go
To kick
a freak when I'm done block bleedin'
Now take me to a house, tease me, then please me
And tell all her friends how the dick made her sleepy
And believe
the present, clears away the past, clear for a future on what he destroyed or perhaps what one furoows
Did you finklestein the warbler call he asks
All for
her if I can tell she's into it
Straight, white male aware of my privilege
Just ask the African children on my Tinder pics
So what if I never did
Too excited, no clue on what I should do excited
So I'm just typing, rambling like a fool, excited
Look
Look
And we were talking for hours over
Yo, Terror Squad, Pete Rock collabo'
From git-go, yo, yo
Ayo, it's such a shame
All these dick riders tryna corrupt the game
But what it
bitch, what the fuck?
Man, can you believe this bitch Floss? (Did you here what I said? I said come here)
She want a pimp to pay for some motherfuckin'
of Laid Lonnie.
I live by the game, that's what I'm all about.
The bitch started trippin' so we had to fall out.
Think I'm supposed to pay, 'cause
A S A P, F E R G
Big Tigger, I'm jigga, and you know me, D
(ay)
Lamborghini dreams, bitch I mean what I say
Do it for a purpose, you just her by mistake
Put
TOXIC Nigga With the Good Dick
She hit me on live
She told me ride by
I'm pulling up next to her new crib
I'm doing it right
I'm doing her nice
Doing it
to radio, eat a dick
I still never ABC the shit
Mainstream appeal but the skill is what made me iller
Since before they called Jay Dee Dilla
I was
and turning one into two
That`s what he do for a living
That`s all he`s used to
Playtex rubber dishwashing gloves and residue, Biotch!!!!
[Hook]
of baking soda do the rest
Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul
Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two
That`s what he do for a living
That`s
things you do
Inside the bed and you go low
You dropped it low on my dick
And it felt good oh you feel great
Oh i need a cigarette ohh
I need a cigarette
Ready for bed, and I lay my head down
I hope I don’t die in the night
Right now I’m ready to fight
Put my arms up, and then I
Just starve, what
been there
Now I'm in there, sit back and look at what it took for me to get there
First came the bullshit the drama with my Mama
She got on some fly
TerraNor
Tired of these Niggah's man
When they see you
Uhh, oh so what do you do now
Voetsek
Huh
I don't ever talk if I don't feel like it
If you see
there twenty minutes fore my people walked in
I said, "What's up Cookie? How'd you do?"
She said, "Cool, reach under the bar, so I can give you these
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