Lyrics:
to stress
I'll have them folks cuttin a motherfuckin why in yo' chest
[Bushwick Bill]
I'm dyin to wet, any cocksucker, that fuck with Chuck
Cause you know
a bank sell to the highest bid
Put the cash in your bank (what?)
Girl I'm lovin' your booty, you can "hoo" to my blow
Then fish but please honey child,
go crazy, get hot-headed, start actin` a fool yellin`
But ya`ll know there ain`t no refunds in the shit that I`m sellin
'cause during the drought
can't escape, I'm in bad shape
You making love to someone else is more than I can take
And so I make all the movement I can to no avail
Scream
And it's that same ol' stereotype
No they ain't letting go of nothing
People think it's changed
I tell 'em that they're buzzing
Still judge me by my
a glee ah yea
Ow I had to kick in da doe I ain't breaking my neck I ain't checking for hoes
Uh we just gone get to the doe I'm hitting the bank and I'm
ticking, my life running
Gotta pick up the pace
She in my head, but I'm in my zone
I call her over just to give me dome
She take these drugs with me, just
and a motherfuckin' fifth
Is you wit me locc?
What's mine is yours and what's yours is mines
When I'm in Houston you be treatin' me fine
I scoop you up in
victim's Fruity Pebbles
I'm killin any motherfucker jumpin in my mix
I'm out to get you Pebbles, heard the bitch was turnin tricks
I'm packin up my shit
I'm
me you can go shortly
Need a princess by day and a slut by night
I'm hungry baby got an appetite
You like to be degraded oh fuck that's tight
I think I
isn't right
Is that love I see?
Is it a trick of the light?
You know some days I only see in black and white
Well before you go turn out the light
Cuz I'm
worst instincts get the best of me
I'm spinning out on manic thoughts
This panic's got its claws in me
Weight on my chest, it's so hard to breathe
Sweat drips out thoughts pour in
Running in vain trying to catch that kid
Too much time regretting what I'm not
Robbing me blind of every gift He
Girl you so bad it be hard to imagine it
The way you make it disappear it's a magic trick
Have me feeling all immaculate
On that tale I'm tattling
rude boy shit, criminology lefit
Legalize dude to get me mega-rich Selassie I
We can all get by if we unify
Gettin' chinky eye off the stimuli,
like Santa Claus
by the way you getting gifted
and I ain't talking bout no coccy shit
I'm talking bout them solid gold bricks
in my lyrics Riffs
break
a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace,
bucks could change the way your mother feel
Time for the change, don't even have a clue, like, "Where to start?" (That scar)
I'm way in Utah with lil'
To know how real my shit is
Nigga go read the motherfucking
Newspaper you trick-ass nigga
I'm stuck in jail
Murderous mind state
Can't keep my nine
the sidewalk right down the 6ix and
Pullin the screams, you soundin like Six Inch
Haunted house by the corner
Bodies down for the coroner
Then we hop right in
head back and I'm heading diagonal
Turning this capitol
Will took a dive and I jumped down the rabbit hole
Jump, jump, jump right in
Fell your pain
Yea
Look
So much on my plate
It’s hard not to feel overwhelmed
They ask me if I’m down to earth
I tell ‘em I’m not from this realm
My bitch from
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
La La
Sitting on a Wednesday afternoon
I'm all alone in this noisy room
I'm passing the time
I'm waiting on
Waiting for you
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