Lyrics:
ain't really beefing with the 8 man them niggas fake cookie
They go by that gate an we box em in
I don't shoot from a far walk em down an I drop 10
I'm
the bossman in the suit with no tie
I can't be sober, I gotta stay high
Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry
Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde
la switch up put em up like a flight
(Like a flight)
Got the blrdd why fight
(Why would i fight)
Connect to yo bitch Jus like some wifi
We gone spin
nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer
In the kitchen with the pots yeah
matter what it cost if I want a nigga dead imma pull up walk chalk em
Creep on em all day have them boys go stalk em by the night time bet them boys gon
look for better days, man that shit is silly
My momma told me that's it's grind time
But why grind when I could take my time
I'd rather be up in
gates, baby
At the end of the day, so you can't be late (can't be late)
I woke up in the morning, if you did that too
You better put your hands up if
the wave, we the wave, typhoon
Take her out of the hills to fuck with some goons
Now she breaking pounds in my room
I put the fours on 'em
Came from
Now she fuck with a nigga that play in the league (the league)
I put a hoe through the most (the most)
I make a pretty bitch leave (leave)
I might
mutt
I'm a monster, mutt
I'm a monster, mutt
I'ma turn into a monster
Monster, mutt
I'm a monster, mutt
With my dick in your mouth all day
(I'm
a monster, mutt
I'ma turn into a monster
Monster, mutt
I'm a monster, mutt
With my dick in your mouth all day
(I'm not so sure I want to know from
Heart In a Box [Explicit Lyrics]
[Hook]
Locked my heart inside a box I put my feelings in the past
I been going nonstop I think im moving
anybody K, California all day
Yessir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam-blam-blam
Long Beach, popping pill on 'em
to god I'm being followed by a white guy
On ya boy man I mean harder den a white tie
White roll white wheels whiter den some white pills
White s550
before me, in the presence of my enemies
He has super S on his feet, so he thought he had an S on his chest with that bulletproof vest
But we coming for
won't be certified 'til I show I
Go out on a limb with Em 'cause I'm wid him
Put a barrel to the apparel of you and some of them
Stand a chance,
not just for rainy days
I'm a woman on a mission I'll be bagging up snakes
Tie a knot, I tie a ribbon, wrap you up with a bow
Just a snake without
shedding this skin
Pulling out your teeth I got a jar to put em in
Same jar I save my pennies, not just for rainy days
I'm a woman on a mission I'll be
I see em I hit em
Me Bin' Da YBs down the four we on shit
I'm countin' to three, we gon' hop out and hit
And we three cars deep, tryin' to box in that
to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer
In the kitchen with the pots yeah work the glass
Hard on 'em pimp yeah I work the task
And when they
is eating rarely (I can't go on this way)
I'm stressed out goin' through it I can't do it
If you put puppies in the oven, do that make 'em biscuits?
a diamond on em
And they aint see it coming now I'm shining on em
I said I'm shining on em
We in a different type of league
Imma leave it in the street
You
In this game it seems that I'm lyrically
Reaching a point where it's not fair no more
Hit em with that major pain as we shoot and destroy
It's like
In this game it seems that I'm lyrically
Reaching a point where it's not fair no more
Hit em with that major pain as we shoot and destroy
It's like
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