Lyrics:
getting head inside a Tesla bad bitch, slim, thick, her ass fat, I call her precious
By the flick of the wrist, you can tell I'm extra diamond, bezel musta
hanging out the Cutlass letting off shots
Bill Clinton gettin' head, you buggin', you think I'm not
Donald Trump ain't safe on my block, gotcha your
mad and his head started steamin'
But I thought what the hell, I'm only dreamin'
I said, "Please leave Fred, so I can get some sleep.
But gimme
your lever! Joker, Joker, Lemon!
We sever your head! Pick a door! 1, 2, or 3
It's the same behind every door, me!
There's no escape. Now gimme that
passing by
Put your head between your legs; kiss your xxx goodbye (Blah!)
[Chorus]
You niggas lost y'all game; I'm throwing the Roc down
Just to put
hanging out the Cutlass letting off shots
Bill Clinton gettin' head, you buggin', you think I'm not
Donald Drumpf ain't safe on my block, gotcha your
hit I just up and go
Really a killer like Kendrick and Cole blaow
Verse 3 (j-leach/king nova)
I ain’t trana get between ya Legs just hit dis Head I
Yeah
CNB Juv in this bitch man
Quit playing with me
They playing and shit
I'm from that 2 up 2 down where we got that sound that make yo head pound
Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all night
Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole life
Step to his business cause
bout cocks
I can’t even stop, gimme’ some more more
Doin’ boner rails all night
Who got the white? Wroetoshaw
And by white, we talkin’ bout dib dab
They asking J^2 how you did it again
I just handle my business and count up my bands
I murder these beats and I never explain
I wake up everyday
carnivore need meat
Thick as a champion sweater
My cone head need heat
Remember naughty by nature?
Who Down wit OPP?
Now we looking down on our OPP's
But
I need the cash, cash, cash
Fill up my bags, bags, bags
Gimme it fast, fast, fast
I need it now
(Yeah, yeah)
Run up my bags, bags, bags
Don't worry
fuck with you nomore
We get that pack by the load you niggas be faking that shit old
The shooters they go where we go
Aiming the tool dead at yuh throat
wanna quote us
They just come and record us
Put me down on they bed
Bitches lay me down down
Gimme all of they head i mean membrane
I'm talkin' 'bout
a pelican that nods his head
While looking around at this world, I'm not impressed
Uninterested, too much drama that spreads like infected mamas
Do you love
the sirens
(Yeah)
I robbed the casino I'm chasing a check
Gimme the chips
(Give it)
Always win I never miss
(Never)
Gimme the chips
(Give it)
I take all they
But your music is by far shitter
I've been in my zone
And I've been in my head
I've been havin' thoughts on how I can get the bread
Always fuckin
j'suis en vale-ca interstellaire
Yo, Kopp, fuck these niggas
Gimme the wolf so I kill these niggas
I pull up in my little bucket, hop out have them
check it we spit heat to beats
Everybody welcomin' this, welcomin' that
He wasn't welcome in the first place, how we welcome him back?
Gimme that Mack,
muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the green
Protected by the tec, nuts,
guts, and heart in the city where it's all death
In the hood where niggas can't
Paranoid, sitting in a deep sweat
Thinking I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends
The sight of blood excites me, shoot you in the head
Sit
Fried Chicken
Gimme one rap career, hold the ass lickin'
I'm sick of the bitchin'
I'll send you players home like a baseball team with no pitchin'
I
Tell yo bitch to bop her head
Or shake some ass now keep on moving
If my homies pass that J
You better hit it harder than Lil Usman
Duffles stacked
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