Lyrics:
Birds in a cage like a can in a soup
Girls like to walk down the halls in a group
And 27 cappuccinos later i’m at your house
Try it off try it on try
Slidin down the hall cause I gotta meet Regina
Bad bitty with the French vanilla just like the creamer
And I’m thinking that she down for a nigga,
uncle, uncle
Drowned by the bloods that's on their hands
Say what, say what?
Got damn
The gravedigger creeps into the crypt then strips the bed
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
The mouse with the overbite explained how the rabbits were ensnared
'N the skinny scanty sylph trashed the apothecary diplomat
Inside the three-eyed monkey
B. when I cut, twenty three's on a truck
Like a dust joint, you'll have your whole hood stuck
This is Ghost murder, we movin' like NARCs, go-carts
shrimp on my plate, look like dolphins [dolphins]
Pushin cookies in the soft ones
I can do better, by myself, not bad
Girl ate the whole thing if she call
the police
The headless corpse of a woman, lying in her blood
Has been reported in the park
Passers-by have seen her through the railings
“That isn’t blood –
Then you hit with the flurry
Where it hot shells and cold hearts who love pain
Let it rain just to wash away the blood stains
Money, money, sex,
throw pitches from inside to outside (uh-huh)
And when it comes down to it, Tyler (yes)
They get the job done (definitely)
Three strikes and (alright),
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
the madness
Three inches more
My hair is a forest
I don’t need none of
Y’alls violence
Check your time
Homie we timeless
Lay low for a while
And you’ll find
And every night I watch the news
And think where did we go wrong
There's three million on the dole
Blood's been spilled because of coal
And they say this
the Iceni:]
In the aftermath of our defeat at Mandeussedum, I was captured by Romans with
a veiled intent... (though three of them died at my hands in
Swingin' with this here stud you need practice
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin'
it takes to make 'em jell
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostes' on the ball
They could go to Elsa Maxwell
Hero anime TikTok cringy-type
Goofy ahh,
You're 5'1", when I'm 6'3"
It's a fucking heresy
And if you're 555, then I'm 666!
Can't even stand a chance
not a game
Tools of a man on the walk to the hall of Fame
Give me a star, shine my name, like when calling for Bruce Wayne
Red carpeted by the blood
down the long hall
Down the long stairs
In a building so tall
That it will always be there
Yes, it's part of a pair
There on the bow of Noah's
whole life chasing me
Just to get world war 3
Bumping cold hearted 2 and what's free
Watch meek or hov be ones sign me
Victims to hero's
Prayers for
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
Now, look you're nobody till
You catch a body
My little head busta on his second body
FNH with the fuckin' drama
I told
The circle of bones has been sealed,
Prepared for these most ancient rites.
Three virgin cunts arrested by chains,
Gut them like pigs,
Let their
club, shoot, stab, sell crack
Straight like that
We eat, sleep, shit street life
Straight like that
We get knocked by the same ?
Straight like that
I’m with now
Ain’t no change in my style
I been living like this for a while
Crazy, I took me a mile
I was given only inches to determine how my life
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