Lyrics:
T-bagged!
On your face!
BITCH
(Laughs)
(Jamie Madrox)
Bitch I'm the sexiest killer you know
Come equiped with an axe and some love handles
Vampire out
Oh, you think this is a game, huh
Why don't you tell that to my mint condition, vintage Pound Puppy collection, son
They haven't seen life outside
minded niggas envy strength cuz they ain't solid
Top seeded nigga wasn't defeated by the bottom
Life like Adrien Broner not a fuckin problem (my nigga)
I'm an optimo and a tall can a dope verse Benny Canales been in the game go ahead and ask the coach first
Your a doobie clip with the roach thirst my
hungry they eat off my plate
Fell in love with money since I was 8
Tryna run up my bread before its too late
Talkin that shit
But can you walk it out
Nigga
I aint never been the one to do the talking
Boss life flick bitch nigga om a goblin
All these punk rock bitches waitin for the game to pick em up
I
don't love that
You want a cute date i'm beyond that
Highest in the room they know where to look at
Keep it most lit thats big facts
Always sum brutal in
Yo it's your favourite slipper ninja,
If you're listening I'm banging your sister,
Know I have the utmost respect when I'm in her,
Cause she love it
apart of every aptitude
When it comes to rules play by em all you could bend a lil bit get caught
Do the bid get ahead fuck a pig
Get the block
fishing out the impairing
Start with the squares then
Cut the fat off the meat
Drain ya pan of the grease
Game with no plan
Is like flame with no heat
Eva since I was a kid knew I was a lil different
Mama always said that I danced to my own rhythm
Started by gettin it poppin clockin pots in
Drive by skur skur Pussy Wagon whip whip
Trunk full weapons cause boi I´m lit lit
But u won´t get a taste
So lemme get this straight you are not my game
at these niggas tryna snatch my blessings
Never been a punk I had to pass the message
Long as I'm around my competition trapped in second
The devil trying
it just ain't the same
Wasn't lookin for love, but with you it adds up
Now we're playin a different ball game
Talkin on the phone gave me a sore throat
Tell you what it is
Tell you what I know
We gettin money boi
And y'all niggas broke
Punk fakin tryin to be me
In this game we're in
You're never
like a punk, when I pass by
Rope chain round my neck
Self made writer & producer, double threat
Yo baby momma calling me back, she want sex
I'm bout
at these niggas tryna snatch my blessings
Never been a punk I had to pass the message
Long as I'm around my competition trapped in second
The devil trying
my business
Taking my time
That be the mantra
(Mantra)
In the benz bumping Luciano
While I pull up to the opera
My dinner date love pasta
I'm heating
scared ho, naw we ain't scared ho
[Project Pat]
The pain is what, I'll bring it to you dawg
No love for those, who ain't about there hog
The script has
As a child growing up I used to fiend for affection
Honestly I didn't know that what I need was direction
Kindness and love minus all the greed
punk pussies better have determination.
Cuz the game cold, nobody love you.
Be careful on who you put above you.
Better have a fall back Incase you
fantasy!
Tell me who, tell me surely,
And the name!
I’ll be stunned, I’ll be waiting,
Ghost of horror shows!
And I don’t care,
Just say ya love!
Verse 1: D9
still jiggle
No time for goofy niggas show stars on the Wiggles
Tickled by the color pink
Men with big brains who think before they speak
And stay quiet
go by
Five, drive is in sight
That's vroom vroom skirt
And if ya fuck up we on ya
Matter fact go head & take a shot of patron
Another king was pulled
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