Lyrics:
I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain
Stuck with a thousand street hustlers
Down on they luck
Repeat felons caught up with the death I was
a sound
Beats were made by Spicy whose skin color's darker than brown
Free at Mariner's Village was the water which makes suds
Cleaning people houses was my
underneath like any other day/
The truck slips off the lift onto his leg, screaming in pain/
His femur caught a clean break, leaving him lame/
They rush him
right
Brown on the foil, clean and runny
Fuck that beef, Let's get money
Been on the road from young
Aint nothing funny
Trap mode only time i'm bummy
sure that I gotta custom-built house with the waterslide
From the top floor to the living room Jacuzzi
Electric maid cleans the house Jetson Judy, big
like a phone in
A theater and make you silent
Queen Eva will defeat ya by depleting
You energy, so back up, dog
Ryan the Conjurer will abolish
You
the boy ain't soft
He likes to be clean and dress his ass off
He was light-skinned with curly hair
He would make his girl think he was so sincere
Always
You can tell how she act by who she hang with
Short dress long legs shorty dangerous
She be killing it and I'm the Killer type
Soft top blue paint
Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)
You sweet like honey and brown sugar
Sun shines when you come around, sugar
Don’t let nobody take your crown,
nice
Fur
She qot a real
Strong stand qotta
Real soft pur
Clean kitty who like
A whole in the dirt
Wanna lay in yo lap
Rub her face in yo
Xzibit overlaps
Look, I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain
stuck with a thousand street hustlers
down on they luck
Repeat felons caught up with
There is a mill, an ancient one
Brown with rain, and dry with sun
The miller's house is joined with it
And in July the swallows flit
To and fro, in
A fact of life is that we will be remembered more for what we destroy than what we built
History is written by the victors
That's why we must win
Our house in a dull grey suburb where the buildings are comin' down
We live in the Polish Catholic Irish part of the town
I'll be waitin' for
into brown ditches
Easy to forget
You gotta give me head
But now don't give me that look
Hey now I'm not going by that book
The Karma fucking Sutra
I
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
the team
On my grind like Lil Wayne
Without the lean
Told y’all amma blow but only clean
I Can’t lie
I don’t date regulars only queens
You scrapping over
a melanated queen peanut butter chocolate brown
Field nigga came around mother told me stay in the house nigga
Ma im not a sucker and you know im not a house
around and round house somebody
Shoes by Louie, sippin' on Louie
Look I cant even lie all my bitches know I'm Louie
One thing about young, young swag
around and round house somebody
Shoes by Louie, sippin' on Louie
Look I cant even lie all my bitches know I'm Louie
One thing about young, young swag
man it's 1:30
Taco Bell run, open late by my house
No I'm serious, it's open till 2:30 like a block down
This is an ad, Taco Bell, please sponsor me
quarantine ain't right
No this quarantine ain't right
I ain't see this in my life
This pandemic is enough to turn my brown skin white
People thinking life is
on the route, it's a damn drought
Couple niggas bleeding out, time to clean house
Throw my Tommy on so she know what I be on
Got her licking off her lips when she
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