Lyrics:
force I be defining your hardcore
The folklore you spread down over tracks
Got you gassed off some shit may I suggest Ex-Lax
Relax! Your whole
on a well adjusted child may not be cataclysmic
Senator Hollings: Porn rock!
Senator Trible: Rather the emotional damage
Senator Hollings: If I could find
"My Mother Was Obsessed By Evil Jealousy
She Didn't Want Nobody To Even Look At Molly
She Kept Me Locked Up In This Attic 'Till I Died
Only 4
want a night
Ya a night for life
And when I'm by myself, I can sure check out
I need u there, there, there
And when I'm on the run
I need that fucking
Lil' spoiled bitch, two thousand on shoes (two thou', shoes)
Walk in the club with one bitch, leave with two (yeah, dos, two)
By myself at the top like
wouldn't even have caused him that
I hum to Allah, I'm wanted by far, and he disinfected that
So long I been known, don't think its the law in the loves
in red
She's a heartbreaker son so may I suggest
If you're playing with her
Keep 'em close to your vest
I watched him leave and gathered my chips
ah) oooh, hooo
(Ah, ah)
We got this far it wasn't easy
By doing the things we felt were right
(So right) i wanna stay with you, sugar
May I suggest
And sometimes I get blinded by the shining from the lights
Diamonds dripping red and blue, they red and blue
shit like it's track meet, ay
I cannot help with these thotties, ay
Lil shawty gon' dance in the red light
Gone off the molly and the weed
It got my
on earth
Be loved by God as much as God loved Gandhi and Martin Luther King
Be that last one of 144,000, be the resident of that twelfth house
Be, eternal
Light a flare in the road, I'm an accident
Limping into the light I'm off axis
We got 808s to make cats piss, right on the rug where the cat sits
By
topless
I pay them boys to do it, keep my record flawless
May run for state attorney just to free my dogs
I chose to run these streets until I was a boss
they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank
Fuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank
Fuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
shit, what!
I don't know this mother fucker I probably done fucked his bitch
Eyes hella red I just smoked me a nickel
I ain't feelin' this shit, I put my
identity now im just an entity
My first girlfriend died at 14 on the screen right next to me
And may she rest in peace
Way to young to die but i cant let it
Horrid stench
Haven't washed my shirt
Still covered wet
Tears red and sweat
Remind myself
Between the whispers
And the visions
Bring glory to
My idol
I may
Give him a concussion
If he played me I'mma bust him
I'm the type of head that do dirt by myself
I'm a short nigga, I don't need nobody else
Thinking I
Flash back to Willie Mays now I’m smoking and that strong (Swear)
In a jag With a red bitch fat ass (Swavy)
Good thing I had skipped class (Splash)
Cause
I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
As the title of the album suggests
This was meant for your listening pleasure
While you are being done
you bouncing heavy when the bass low
May May
Madeoff wit the bands no case close
Whoop whoop there go police only when I ride by
I, I I just wanna
our universe may sit in another universe's black hole.
Now Leonard and his human fellows, each one inside his capsule, fly across the singularity. He
to play me like Atari
I just call her Pez Despenser she keep poppin mollys
Went and got a new bitch all these hoes be jockin
I just want some slow head baby
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