Lyrics:
Psycho by Xavier Graves and I'shawn
It's just that hard, yuh, yuh
Life is short, gang! Death is long, ooh
Steven is fat
And I know you wanna hear me
low? (No way)
Did you know? (What?)
Your friends only there for the dough (Okay)
Oh no! (What?)
Your friends only there so they blow (No way)
Yeah, you
Uh, bitch
Uh, uh, okay, wait
Yeah, we shot the boy in his eye
Then we sent him up to the sky
Just want some weed so you know I'm high
That nigga
Okay well (Okay well)
I'm more up than ladder
Yea okay Elle (Okay Elle)
I might go cop me a ghost Timmy Turner
Now they tryna say that I'm 666
I got 10
got that pussy like arteries of a fat man with a lot of knees this a gust of wind on a hot summer day
Someone sprinting by it's called a breeze you got
an asshole yes, but that's okay
It's not my fault if Ashley may get offended by just what I say
Ah, now she gettin' depressed, all because her boyfriend left
up-front at the Fat Nick's house
Then the devil lifts the pillow when he doesn't hit the couch (ay, ay, hey)
That's to no amount
Tell this time to really
Walking hand in hand with every man
Sleeping in the sun with everyone
Abraham, come in one more time
It must have been in L.A.
He just said, "Joe
Okay alright
Okay alright
Ah ah alright alright
Whatever come next
Cheers to whatever come next
Whatever come next
Step in the spot like watch me go
Straight bang up your head shit with
Phenomenal swing like the ass on a black chick
Fat dick to all of y'all niggas with wack clicks
Hoping they
the ground, scrub the ground
Hold it! (okay)
Hey! She really likes to party
She really likes to dance
She really likes to dance, dance, dance
I like
fuck
I know you can tell by how I'm kissin' you
I know you say you like it when I get to rubbin' you (get to rubbin' you)
Okay bet, come here baby
We’re so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you
Joey
Mic check mic check
It go
Okay the wait's up, waited up, really don't know where to start
Niggas fresh home want me dead and gone, I'm
you
I wanna fuck
I know you can tell by how I'm kissin' you
I know you say you like it when I get to rubbin' you
Okay bet, come here baby girl
scent, cos I ate you right
In the Porsche parked outside the windy road
Where you once laid, you can remain
I'm not okay
Fixation, high waisted
She
I'm summertime fine can you handle that
You hit it from the back and attack that
Lickin on my cat yeah my pussy fat
Momma raised no bitch thank her
You know what I'm saying
Okay
Oowee
I told her
Slow down baby
That ass too fat
Got me pushing city limits
And I can't afford that
Just take your time
Ayy, Ayy, what do you know about the hustle
Gettin' it all off your muscles Hell nah, I'm not tryna tussle
Up that fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, CHEA
the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one of my homies wanna
grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one
Big von big bird yah know
Tchouba tchouba
Coma coma
Okay yeah
She a six side ting with a fat ass
And the dm's looking like the army it's alright
a vest)
Okay
I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz
Where ever I stand my bills the same punk
And you got the nerve to tell me
Come gangsta
leave it, leave it
I'm drinkin' on this motherfuckin' mud
Okay my fuckin' back pocket is fat like a butt
I swear I'mma blood, I can never be your cuz
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