Lyrics:
Fucked a hoe so good yeah she came back for the dick twice
By the way I'm a munch where's Ice Spice
Feel like Tank Davis hit that hoe with a left hook
but through cell regeneration
The blood accelerates at twice the speed, peep the vindication indeed
Think tank full when you blink, think syncronicity
the continent
I'm a dominant mothafucka, but you're the opposite
Turn around put your hands on the side
Are you aligned by the sunshine on your gun
from the dead
Can't you see I got these blood stains on my hands
It's Mr Check 'Em off wreck em all
Come through like a wrecking ball
I'm creating havoc
3 months
When they catch her some say they pouring gas in her cunt
Torch it like a blunt and sparked on the God born day
She want to be a queen but
safe by ya mama
When you leave the house, this is what I been about
Banging and slanging, taking yours and making it mine
Bringing in choke lines,
the tanks
So the next time y'all trip, fuck bloods and crips
Cause we the biggest gang in L.A.
Ramp Part, fuck with us, get blown away
[Chorus]
I'm
Godly spirits
With a tainted brain
Trapped in the Hell
Of this 3-D plane
Constructed by leeches
That have something to gain
From dragging human souls
glad
Long Live Unc ima get dat bag
It’s folks wit my blood hope I go out sad
But like southeast dis can’t be beat
Unless it’s my meat getting jerk by
New season still breathing
Must mean I'm meant for this
Y'all don't know what I spent for this
Blood sweat and tears expensive shit
I'd be remiss if
shop for
These niggas really saying that we blood till a clot form
Familiar with a snake, I am not foreign
Demon with a knife kink brodie came with
(Inaudible dialog)
Resting my eyes wonder if this is a dream
Barely get by drips of blood
Stain through my fleece
Stumbled across some stones near
about the journey and what really do concern me is the time that it took to get this dirty
My day ones, my family, my friends, my bloods must have dipped.
In the county jail I'm straight catchin hell
Facin strikin 3, goin crazy in my jail cell
Goddamn, I'm thinkin through
They tryna hit me 25 for
One, two, a one two three
I baked a hundred loaves of bread
I Fell down on my head
I vacuumed till I sweated
Ate food that I regretted
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
the revolution by wearing a tech, nigga
Wake up show, still sleep, time to wake up tho
Might see me with the Mac, but it ain't make up, yo
I make up flows, cake
but through cell regeneration
The blood accelerates at twice the speed, peep the vindication indeed
Think tank full when you blink, think syncronicity
3 count on the puzzle we view
Bones crack, blood spatters while we hide from the truth
It's honest, I've seen it recurring and I'm part of the news
time for things you want
So I make time for us three
She down or she not not
She will or she won’t won’t
One more
One more
One more
One more girl we can
knock)
Watch the demons tear through the stairs to introduce you to your fate (Was good)
Turned hood then drank our blood and drowned now you wonder why
Ayo,
A soldier keeps going,
Unless his heart is never pumping blood into the forehead
He keeps on moving ‘til they sneak behind him, get him shot
as hell, meanwhile I'm making big bank
Nigga I'm a big shark, can't put me in no fish tank
Nigga you a broke boy she rather eat a rich frank
C3H8 boy I'm
Real shit
Wavestarr made it, yeah
Imagine us taking it way out the 3
Believe in yourself like I do me
Showing em love Imma do it for free
And that's
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