Lyrics:
pass up no pooty
She started strippin' at the door, oh goody
I got in that ass with the quickness
Fuckin' her down with the diznick
I didn't have
Outlawz, baby
I'm surrounded by thugs, slugs with crystals and pistols, callin'
Copy murderers that be softer than tissues
Got my persona soldier
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way...
the fucking pros
Gonna pull up to the coords
Might start a fucking war
Gonna get on my record gotta get me that reward
Then im gonna fuckin' bounce
Got the whip
It's my way
Or the fuckin Highway
Fuck Halloween
I'm trying put a Ghost
In my drive way
Everything must go
It's Black Friday
She suck it like
hang, no she ain't know I was a pro
Yeah, you either with me or against me, ain't no frenemies
I fuck her good, when she leaving she be thanking me
She
talk, so keep at ease
By any means, we get our product, pussy and paper
With tragic ends, at the finish of every caper
Don't blame us homie, cause it's
alotta liquor
Ina party with my niggas when I scoped her
She hit the wood like a pro her first time smoking
I couldn’t lie for the moment I was open
Cause
willin'
To level with me I'm rippin' through rebels
And many chicks, it's inevitable I'm kickin'
The illest shit ever witnessed
You better be on your
it home mayne
Why they gotta' make it difficult for me
I put my signal lights on like a pro G
Why you gotta' follow me for fuckin' thirty miles
Chase
fuckin' with?
King Kong ain't got shit on me
The last who rock, the last fuckin' dance, nigga
You know I'm a Blood, no rag in my pants, nigga
What
fucking bitches in a row
Don't have negative thoughts cause I been born a pro
Got attacked by 4
who were not even my age
Didn't sleep for 2 days
so I
Mafia way, Lavish way
We Kill niggas for fuckin up the mob
Facts
Live by code die by that bitch, RIP Kimbo
When you in the hood with that chicken
a 12, prayin' I don't go to jail
When them bitches fuckin' land, I'ma cop a fucking Lam'
When I'm done with the grams, I might cop a AMG
That's all
and blow you
In the field every day, movin' around with pro tools
That's my blinky and the fuckin' mask
You know I got the gloves, put my killers on your
blew up in this ho
Tryin' to tell you what you wanna know
Now you fuckin knows like a pro, is you with it though, yeah you with it
Baby, lady in
support
While absent men with bag
Is bangin more
Happens to the
Bestest ever pros
A bitch deserves
At best a labrador
Her cat is red like
She's on sex
before you fuckin' croak
Have my girl roll me up a spliffy while I count the dough
Can't nobody do it like ya boy I'm a fuckin pro
This n**** weak he
Fuck, watch how I kill 'em
With the funky rhythm
I'll bomb if you don't feel 'em
Piranhas in 'em
Feed my persona as I get deep as Nostradamus
I'm
a real reason
You can't truss 'em cause
They always fuckin' schemin'
Broke treaties with the red man, damn!
Klan disguised as a fam? Fuck Uncle Sam!
Pause
in this bitch that's the pole job
I be fuckin on my bitch when I'm off the perc
With my shotta we gon slide and we gon pop a nerd
Imma have to leave
Start suckin' and suckin' and keep suckin'
And then for hours, I keep fuckin'
Waxin' that ass like a super rated pro
You think I'm braggin'? Well let's
life
You fuckin' with the wrong click
The 44 just got clicked
I hope you listen to me
(Is, is my sounds that be turnin' niggas into killers)
Cause
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