Lyrics:
the place of darkness
We call it Sheol
The place of darkness
It's namelessness
It's namelessness
And if I call you my murderer, then you're famous forever
And get ready to clown,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down
(Chorus)
Keep one eye open,
Cause the streets don't sleep,
If the streets
where's my bitches?
It's all good
It's all right
Fuck all day
Fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East
where's my bitches?
It's all good
It's all right
Fuck all day
Fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East
Boosie Bad Azz
and I'll zoom right by you
760 partna Crispy Cream on the tires
smoke that fire
purple cush by the pound
ask my dog Webbie
this is how it
they got the virus (yeah ho)
Pull up in that what you call it (yeah ho)
Bitch from out the country, see that pussy got imported (yeah ho)
Feds rush
They call me Mick Jagger 'cause I 'Roll a lot of stones'
It's a whole lot of clones but only one Sweet Jones
Turnin' whores to carnivores, they just
that i am so if u need me you can call on slim fuckin right girl
[Hook (Sara):]
Baby how you doin it
off the scene for a minute but right back into it
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
cook it again
Then call the dope man and shorty get you a ten
Then, then call him again
Then call the dope man, then call him again
I'm so gangster
Wop
Got, got it on smash
Bad lil', exotic
Hitmaka
OG Parker
Huh
Hands off of you (yeah)
I can't keep my hands off of you (her)
Hands off
Really a hitter I'm not no kidder
Picced you off the ground they told me not to litter
You tripped and you fell so they call us the clippers
Main
it's gone
They say it doesn't matter anymore
When you build your house
Then please call me home
Sara, you're the poet in my heart
Never change,
really damaged me
I'm the type a nigga that's gone find a way to thrive off negativity
I just made 400 off some green you could call that flexibility
They
that shit around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
Cause I ain't gettin indicted
With fools around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
It's cool you flip
And tell me when you're mad
If I did something wrong
Help me understand
Why you never call
Like I treated you bad
You'd rather call it off
Then save all
all of you hoes like it was her fucking hobby
Back off my mental (Ugh)
Back off you whack
I be running through the six like I was on crack
And I'm
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
out in Canada
That's Trudeau
I ain't never lied in my prime
How I minister the flow is unknown
They don't know where it's comin' from
Like phone calls
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
throwin bows, and hoes that love to twurk
One more time, Hoot, Aim, Shoot
Lemme jump off in
If i said it i ment it, Im here to represent it
Love big
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
dream jive left no hive's to contrived a scheme / Lord humble me, and evelope it on the scenes/ knew it Knock’m off his feet & between taken the science out the Mayan
I'm gone off the Dusse by myself
I treat it
Eat it
Beat it right
Yea that's a triple threat
Got the bomb you da bomb
You triple threat change you sing
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