Lyrics:
seeking victims
Pick 'em, then I stick them in track
My heat black
With the serial number scratched out
Don't wear a glass shield but
You'll still be
baby these bitches know the deal
Get overjoyed if she makes noise while I be stroking still
She say don't stop big boy keep going
So I don't never chill
merely examples of the larger multi-day events taking place as I tap tap tap this out
Such as lasagna awareness month horseradish month lost pet
gotta call out, boy, take a look at Fall Out Boy
Since they ain?t black, when they get money
They don?t ball out, boy
They just buy tight jeans till their
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
mouth like a fresh pot of Folgers. Fuck then I’m out ain’t got time to stay over. I’m tryna get it lil nigga I’m focused. I pour a eight and I sip it like
in peace to Rollie G and shout my nigga Beckles
I'm not bilingual I'm not bisexual
But I'm bipolar iced out all my gold medals
She been doing yoga I
dust
Now please don’t act like
Gilly don’t be ripping on that Christ flow that Gospel
My flow be unpredictable when
By the way your boy is back
I don’t
Use a rubber if the bitch is on the pill, boy
The complete opposite of a kill-joy
Stick-ups, shoot-outs, hustling, I get ill
Boy niggas run up, they say
and women will be played by boy and girl
Lets all take seats
Please quiet during the performance
Lift her pull her from the orchids
Trying to read the script
Yeah (hah!) yo
Kellan told me to go balls deep on this shit
That's facts
I got more let me roll them out like
Joy to the World I'mma burrow
Bowed
He reports when I fall short
He's rewarding me
By recording the efforts of his door to door
Sales pitch of sorts
Or when he sees I'm getting bored
Not
[intro]
Yeah,Syndicate's in the house
Yeah,Geto Boys in the house
Yeah,Donald D's in the house
Yeah,Body count's in the house
Yeah,Zulu Nation's in
fish I prayed to the Gods
And it rained on us Lunch
Dame's wanna bang on the bus now
Beauty gave me brains till I bust
But I'm feelin way out of touch
wrote for me
I grip a stick I wrote a
Poem not a rap
I'll be slapping when
The money's bottlecaps
Fall out
With niggas that care about
All clout
highway patrols, 5.0's, ambulance and coroners
in case there was a shootout or high-speed chase performance
by 9:00 they lock down each baller from every
where niggas bitch on performance fees
But I ain't trippin cuz most of my digits is overseas
Don't fuck with me, turn niggas to potpourri always watchin'
in the Mack
Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words coming out my mouth
So I'm flushing money quickly out these
keep it nasty like JaronOnTheBeat yeah
All my boys on creep
We twelve deep up in the jeep
None of us have a new piece
Straight out the mud blood run off
the pen and I say it with a grin
I appreciate you bringing out Blaze from within
Ride till' the muthafuckin' wheels fall off
Ride with Blaze till'
E kun to wo its history in making
Going to the top is therefore the taking
Not pako but when I go out the boys no restrict them feel what am sayIng
Mo
I drop D lines on tracks the running back
You played the backfield boy but cannot run it back
I was taking time off it's time to run it back
A couple
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway
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