Lyrics:
a Bum Bitch
Im tryin grab you by the Pussy On some Trump shit
Money Make Her Cum
Money Make her Cum Quick
Call me GasBag all you need is one hit
So let
guarantee you gone die
Ain't no first 48 catch that boy on fox 5
Wherever I go I'm gone get it live
Try to snatch my chain pussy that's suicide
Dollar
about da hate and da nerve of dese bums
I say dese streets a cut you deep like dat surgery done
Thumpa shot ah bumbaclot dem a murder fi fun
I got ma swag
the strap like Matrix
Now you looking all scared
Cause you live off ace
Move into a group home bum off placement
Riding better i don't know who's shaming
Fuck
that you wouldn't understand
I just seen my best friend get taken by them xans, now I'm talking to myself, I don't know who I am
I'm feeling like mike
Verse
Meet Kentuckiana jones
Mr bad to the bone
Ain’t you happy I’m home
I happily roamed
With Nappy it’s known
We’re taking every city by storm
Im
no hesitation, And the roll had her elevatin
The hydros had her like a baby, She just a 'bum bop" homie we Ain't even datin
When I need the head, yea
STILL PASSED THE COURSE.
GETTIN' MONEY WASN'T WHAT I HAD A PASSION FOR.
(SO) WHEN YOU SEE JOE BROKE, I ASKED FOR IT
LIVE GRIMEY ON TIME LIKE A SUNDIAL.
like this
Keep a 30 round drum if ya man try sum
He a bum now he got no lungs
Heart so cold never need no tums
The bitch like gold but the bitch get nun
there's compassion
When you truly love people, there is compassion
It seem these days things getting worse and worse
The real work put in by the EMT's that
pounds
For a couple bucks
Turnt my mommas house to the trap
I was turnt up
Didn't give a fuck
Chains never tucked
Ima live it up
Serving j's feel like I
friskin the carpet
Comin apart like where is my mark
Where is the plug, where is that car
Live in the dark, hittin my bic for a spark
Blast from the past
on the mic and made an anthem
I live day by day, not agenda I will never give in to propaganda
Here I am, standin' with my nikes on I won't lie, wanted to be
Haaa
Little freestyle baby
This world is going fucking crazy and you know that
This world is going fucking crazy
I used to know weirdos
That were
But they get played like blues in a fucking town
Get you up in them shoes when they shot you out
Coping it like yes, who's in the fucking house?
I
But they get played like blues in a fucking town
Get you up in them shoes when they shot you out
Coping it like yes, who's in the fucking house?
I
don't force it (force)
Millis get you on the Forbes list (couple bags)
Got my people by side
So we shine like we flawless, uh
I can never be a tourist
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