Lyrics:
my bricks, I flood ya whole city in titties
Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker
Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's, and Ruckas
steer it
I walked out that door
With my heart can't come near it
That call I got a few years back
Braces kiss bout' had a heart attack
Your lip gloss I
the latest glam she be knowing
That I'm legit 'cus my weapon's glowing
The perfect legend by the way, I aint gloating, nah (maybe a little)
But now it's plain
keep thangs that bark loud
move the whole crowd, I suggest niggaz to roll out
Listen!
[Hook 2x]
I'm a bad boy, get out my way, 'rilla
bust shots
the truth is back, now they say where you been
Cause we ain't really seen you out performing
You back up in the streets, you hot you're boiling
like a Lil Uzi, cause I fuck her four times a day
So there's no way my dick is gay
I go in multiple ways, once it's in, it stays
Prank maybe Jubilee,
if you didn't know. You don't it letting out.
I'm on my way to the liquor scope with DB
Rope got too much head to be.
Sipping no I let you know if
throw in a DVD!
We can save the world this Christmas time by giving it all away
Even if it's more than you can pay
It's a tax write oooooff!
Is there
Yeah
My bitch like Kali Uchies but she shaped like Renni Rucci
You tryna get bossed up then you gotta give me coochie
I don't play by the rules
In and out my head like DVDs, because we like rewatching
I know I've been here for awhile
I watched my clothes go out of style
This is not where I wanted to be
Starrin’ in another straight-to-DVD
Feel like
it's just me and you we having sex
This goes out to my ladies in little rock
That don't lay on no little cock
That'll rock that little postropedic
Till
stealer
Death dealer
None realer
DVD:
Resurfaced
Kill the king
And all his servants
It's the
Young serpent
Out the bible
And these sermons
I could
down my window
I'm candy paint with DVD's and PlayStation 2
I got a mic with a crown on top that say R.I.P. DJ Screw
But I'ma hold it down like it's no
Ballin' since I was jit
Way before Oakland and filmin' the skits
I had a goal to get rich
Mama was strugglin' paying the rent
I couldn't help her
through
And my rims way bigger than yours
You went the cheap route or do that deck pop out
You gon' let that tech pop out if that mess pop out
How you
told me that I took the wrong way
But the wrong feeling right
I been thinking bout you every night
Since u left my life mehn a nigga feeling like
I been
and we blast face
Bad bitch in the backseat know we blazing up
I know she a teachers pet by the way she sucking up
Toss her to the homie man you know I
out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
Youngsters back then tryna hit box sets
DVD's or the blue ray fame
Next big thing in my duvet stains
Considering all of my flaws
I could just blow out
ain't talk right
They ain't talk right
Talkin' but it's all lies
Written by DvD (David Finch)
Yeah, nigga, I'm heat beamin
Stay out the way, I'm not missing
Yeah, catch that word, season
Stand on shit, I'm not bluffin
Huh, that nigga body leakin
F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-follow for now
For no formidable fights I've been formed to forget
For Pharoahe fucks familiar foes first
Before fondling female
the king Ali
Your girl spinnin' on me like a DVD
No CTE my brain is healthy
All the shit you talk must be so damn crazy
Grinding all day you is LA, Z
Funny
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