Lyrics:
They'd chase her by the mail
She got picked up
And then was put in jail
Stroked the judge
Just to go her bail
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She
They'd chase her by the mail
She got picked up
And then was put in jail
Stroked the judge
Just to go her bail
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She
in the public library
On Thurmon Street just now
Skimming through Rogue Herry's by Hugh Walpole
And I suddenly came over all peckish
Peckish,
off of songs of redemption,
I've been a prass for rast and attaption,
I've got your extention, but I'll probably never call,
I'm apalled by the things
Nothing in life is given and nothing is for free
You don't need to know your alphabets to see I'm a G
I ain't from Detroit, but I give her the D
Ain't shit
beat off with some trap shit(whoah whoah)
300 bales in my league that's a hat trick
Flipping all these bows got me traveling the atlas
Imma mix my drug
'em is the bone
Blowin' up a niggas phone but ain't nobody home
I'm in a zone tryin' to do things
Let's turn this into a crew thing
What's up,
'em is the bone
Blowin' up a niggas phone but ain't nobody home
I'm in a zone tryin' to do things
Let's turn this into a crew thing
What's up,
by my homey dru house to puff on the loop
Seen my little homey style who I ain't seen in a while
Damn near gone, floatin on cloud one-nine
Liquor sto',
bricks gettin rich off tricks
[Killa Tay]
I put it down for my homies, Fresno to Toronto
Imagine if I'm livin in dead, head hauncho
All up on your
to take me
But you ain't slip, sayin' what's up Mix?
Boy I'm hip to your tricks
I'm the Mack Daddy
Mack Daddy
Yeah ain't no reason to bet ya
'Cause
Unit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that)
You know that (you know I know that)
Know what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)
I miss
lil bitch she finna poke it out
Pouring up Actavis this got me rolling now
It was a accident I'm pulling over now
See by the magic trick she think she
your hands up in the air
Then I steer the 600 and
Flex through your hood
I get your money or girl, I take your car
Then I'm good
Call me the rap killer,
murder jargon it be leakin
Leave you leanin, like a pimp in the late evening
On Michigan ave slappin a bitch, with a pistol grip
Move the hive to Detroit
a hat trick
Can't be concerned by shots that miss
I go off, they cannot stand it
They want me to cut it out, want to crop mad pics
I'ma blow a fuse, I'm
....It's Superman...cnd I ain't ya hero....
Nowhere to hide.... [I'm] pest control certified ...[cnd] you the bug,
So [I] Raided ya bank With ya girl by my
Trick or Treat
Smell my Feet
Give me something good to eat
Ding Dong, I'm the wicked witch of the west
Give me treats or there's a trick, several
That 3rd Coast to be exact
San Antone, that's where I'm at
Where they ride around in them two tones
Down the road from that Screwston
Mayne, yal know how
of attention
I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playing my position (Notorious)
Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto
That bitch rocking mics in high heel
Or bring your Baby by your Mama and then we gone shoppin',
I got'cha rockin' knickerbockers in the summertime,
I'm lovin' how you smell in Chanel number
The crazy bitches in my head
The crazy bitches in my head
The crazy bitches in my head
The crazy bitches in my head
I'm one of a kind I stay in
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
Why does it feel like I'm sleepwalking
Time just slips away
I'm caught in a maze, brain dead like a zombie
Day by day by day
There's been no deep
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