Lyrics:
a meal bro (Gmail)
Too many gun shots so its like
police talking when I’m spitting all you hear is po po
Ooh oo
territories invading
This lines are
Heigh ho!
Do you know,
The names of the U.S. residents
Who then became the Presidents
And got a view from the White House loo
the bigger picture, you're livin' life way too zoomed in
I'm winnin', business is boomin' regardless how this game treats me
People in the league know I can
You say you street fighter get hit with hyu
He talking shit put his ass right on mute
I'm trying to run up a mill or a two
This beat too sweet
I talk
Sway
Wanna be
Babe I know you want me there more
I'm not exactly excited to leave
Sway you know for us it's easy
Can you hold it down for me
She
murders will occur
Cause I'm from killa kill adamsville right next door
Bowen homes and dixie hills, allen temple wildwood and plainville
These
do you want a sprite
They call me Big Boy Bill cause my appetite
I'm in your head all day
I am a parasite
I packed my bags
I will stay overnight
I am
Winell
Macked on the baby like an ice-cold vet
Everythin' she had is what I get
Cause I'm Too $hort, baby, I don't play that shit
I met another freak,
the bottle down, boy
Cognac is for closers
Now y'all lookin' at me like "damn, she too much"
And you hate that you love that I'm spilling my guts
Your music's
something like a sauna wearing corduroys
I am the ever fresh you niggas quater waters
Niggas on it from written house to serving quarters
Wale the miracle I'm
you are
You lip-sync these jams 'cause you're
Far from a superstar
And if you're lonely, 'ho, I ain't
The one who gives a damn, 'ho
I like it solo, no
issue, but the magazines up in my trunk
Send you to hospitals, have the paremeds come pick you up
How you feeling pussy, got you sippin out of Dixie cups
tint on my window
Block me from the world 'cause
I feel like a widow
Stay to myself 'cause I'm stuck in my mind
Workin' for myself
Bitch I'll never be
You smell that fan in the window lettin' air in
Coals still burnin' outside from last weekend
Your truck done died it was runnin' all night
To be
To check out the lounges
Pull a few handles,
Drink a few beers,
(oh, ethell!)
Ethell, my darling,
You know that I love you!
I'm glad we could have
tobaccer)
Plowboy baby
(Sleeping at night cause I work all day)
Plowboy baby
(You can smell my pigs from a mile away)
I bet you'll hear my rooster
it
I’m not fooled by your white power politic
White flower? Not none of it
I don’t sleep with the government
Just the kush, not the ye yo
'Cause
I think that I'm empty
Could you fill me up?
I've been drinking plenty
Plenty still to come
Sinking shots of whiskey
From a Dixie cup
Last one's
run by your address for me
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
Ma'am where inside the house are you
(Oh my god)
Ma'am where inside the house are you
In my
feel time yuh
From space i design I'm seeing signs reality aligns ya
Don't wanna be blind now is the time I'm coming for you
Saliva dripping I have been
there's someone in my house
(911 dispatch) can you please run by your address for me
(woman) 151 shenedoah, shenendoah
(911 dispatch) ma'am where inside
So where you from, what you do
Yeah, that's all you be asking
You not asking how I got it
Cause you don't want it, you bastard
For all my niggas, yo
where the hell Sniper come from?
H Town, baby, no love for you busters
Regime too raw, that’s why they don’t love us
The Mexican patna reppin’ SPC
Nobody
like to eat food
We like to hang out in my 'partment too
We are the best two
We are each other best, oh yeah, ooh
We are the napkins and I love them
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