Lyrics:
sing the truth in my lyrics like 2pac, Yea (Lets Go!)
Hold Him for ransom like come get your boo back
I'm-ma get rich get my momma a new jag
I know they
of the barrel duke
Get knocked out you'll fall with no parachute
Ya man had to carry you back to the car twenty shots flip your Malibu
We got lyrics for days we
Back now they pass out
I don't need a cash out
I be rapping for the fun
I don't need a bag now
Lyrics hot (tsk)
Son no need to act loud
To the top
No
I'm fresh and dope and wild and wicked
get your ticket, come straight to the jam I'll rip it
Original lyrics, original lyrics, original lyrics
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
of the Song
1 Mill by 1.cuz, Gidde & Asme
Make a dessert, I'm making a
We are living the life you want
In front of the start of my hits
You'll wish you
like a swiss knife
Never been a rich guy
But I'll buy the biggest coffin for the old
Me when I find wherever it lies
Some of you missed me writing lines
the real crazy, psycho sick move the lady
Sunnin' so nothin' shady, kid pass me the three-eighty
By my sack, cock and load it, your world I'ma rock
your chest seven days a week
And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep
It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4
3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door
from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're
there'll never be a freebie
Lyrics are abundant cause we got it by the mass
Egos are all idle 'cause the music is the task
Valenzuela on the pitch,
should notice
Like the content of my lyrics
Please don't be oblivious
And I'll embrace the criticism
I just want to tell the world
My life throughout my
different we get money
I’m pyscho whеn I rap they confuse me to Tеd Bundy
Oh shit It’s the legendary nigga from the East
Anytime I kick the fiest I sound like
my waistband no
Al bundy street money slower
This muthafckin drought got me payin
Damn near dope numbers for the yollers shit
What up soldier no
only one goat inside this bitch
Ya'll not above me (You niggas wack)
And I'm on a kill streak, 2019
Call me Ted Bundy (Boom, boom, boom)
Pull up and pop
Blessed by the reverend head to toe, spit tha chrome till my hand's tired
(Chorus)
So it's rainin' blood, from a lacerated sky blastin guns and knives
I
day, I'm reborn
Coming back to life stupid, the lead chunky
And leave your head bumpy
I'm Ted Bundy in red monkeys
The Feds hunt me i'm cocky now
I done
I'ma speak the truth until my heart stops
My lyrics running all you cowards out of hip-hop
Now let the beat knock
And if I die by a slug, the death
got metaphysical lyrics that are glistenin'
And the people who know what's up, are locked up, shut up and shot up
They tried to keep us down, but by
Now I'm about to get out but I'll be back
But next time expect the more funkier track
deep down for your enjoyment to hear more percussion
with lyrics
So I go
And I get it I get it
I'm on a roll
And now you gotta admit it
I put my soul and my heart in the lyrics
I hope you feel it the way I do
Man I
shit there
Popping like grease when the heat up
Popping like grease when the heat up
Address a pussy hoe when I see her
Ion rap with hoes save the lyrics
To live and not live Too soon to rest my case
In case you don't understand Why the killer's after the green
Only time will tell I'll make sure the outcome
love you
He's try-in' to tear us apart
Whoa, he don't love you
FADE
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