Lyrics:
Street
Who call themselves The Fugs
In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
on often
They love to see bodies in coffins
We hear all that barking
But if you niggas ain't cautious
We laying your body by caution
Niggas is sick
And what
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
that nigga)
I call her ass Chris Rock, (Why you do that)
Cause for I put it in, I slap it like I'm Will Smith (Like I'm Will Smith)
Bar after bar but I
Let's see if he can be ya savior
When I cave ya chest in with me murder weapon
They can't find out Smith and Wesson
Only glocks and street machines with
I can't slow down, I'll ride by myself
When I ride round, Im high by myself
When I get high, I slide by myself
You know I slide, I guiding myself
a crook with a deal
If my record don't sell I'ma rob and steal
You better recognize, nigga, I'm straight from the street
These industry niggas is
in a world of pirhanas.
if you can't beat 'em, cheat 'em.
guess what end of the stick I'm on.
ask yourself, when will he be seen on each and every
808s gon' make your body shake
Look bitch boom, boom
And when I get you
I'ma knock that pussy to the moon, moon
If he trippin', grab that Smith
Bad bitch on me you know that she feeling me
How you love her she fucking the enemy
I can't lack bae that might be the end of me
Smith N Wesson CP
my brother he there when it's time to slide
Niggas know where i be i ain't gotta hide
I'ma demon you see it up in my eyes
If that boy try to play he
gonna moan get the slip and slide hockey
We gonna slide like it's hockey pull up make you dance
Put yo bitch in a trance she gonna do what I say so
Got
they would not define me
You are the future
And then, will most loving US-AH! poses
It doesn't matter if you lcve him
Or capital "H-IM" just put your
the guy
That you need
Hop in my ride
Let's get high
Let me slide
In your sheets
You the finest shorty if you ask me
Your hair look good you classy
Let's go
pavement
You can't spit if you dead in the ground
In the woods where ya head'll be found
And its good that you getting it now in the prescient confessin'
Talm bout starter slide the slide steamer
All my steamers fast as beamers
Yea I’m stuffing gasonlina
Make u dance like ballerina
Exotic Gass I’m off
(gang)
It's funny how they think they can't bleed
If that's true, then take these .223's and let's see (brrt, brrt)
Do what you wanna, if you got
brought
More wealth than Hughes, himself
And if by chance there is an afterlife when we die
You and I, I'll spend it with you
Some people might say
to the Romans
Then I will change my name to Jones
If my family tree goes back to Napolean
Then I will change my name to Smith
If my family tree goes back
trouble like Swift
I'm a LT tug, let it bark like a bitch (Bow)
We decide 'round here, can't switch (No)
I'm with S if you wanna throw
Fist, but we got
at you when I walk by
You turn yo head, she wink her eye
I can't help if she checkin' for a platinum type of guy
She be callin' me daddy, and I be callin'
with the clip, get hit for your tick if the kid don't pay me
Alors on dance
Know kids with bricks upon bricks, never snitch in this bitch are you dumb
Smith, but I'm tryna get jiggy (Fuck her)
I can show you how to make a band like Diddy
Get up out yo' feelings 'fore this choppa make you dance like
Baby baby oh yeah
We can't go outside
I need you to slide
For you that i ride
Need you by my side
We can't go outside
I need you to slide
For you
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