Lyrics:
Shorty got that vivrant thing and it's so abstract
I hit her with that Q-Tip flow
Whispered in her ear, let her know if she needs something I got her
snap your wrist off
Been God on Earth so long the one in Heaven's pissed off
You soft, I'm up the echelon
The only other hot cats I seen on a plate was
guess you think you're hot shit
'Cause the way you made me shake and shiver
And I could do that by myself
Going twenty in the breakdown lane
And I could
The door is coming off the hinges.
About to pass out - No doubt it's hot in here.
Because the club is full of bitches
Its wall to wall and I
How should I start? I'm so confused
By now I'm sure you heard the news
Cats I got workin' on the block,
Got a plot for me to stop
In my heart, I
Originally performed by Genesis
Holy Mother of God
You've got to go faster than that to get to the top.
Dirtly old mountain
All covered in smoke,
the one who owns much but that no one will touch
Mothers see me and cry
Dogs bare teeth as I walk by
I don't see a veil between heaven and hell
talking, she is here
While the man slowly fades away
Our hunger after life
Was sealed with a kiss
And naked bodies in the hot dry night
We were married in
There are strange signs in the air tonight
The walls creep close
Surrounded by liquid shapes and shadows
The minstrel is convincing tonight
Which unleashes the spikes
Brains leeches and mice
Right on the beaches in spice
Till she screeches with fight [aahh]
The meanest to recite reaches for
talk(you dirty dirty)
Say what?(you dirty dirty)say what?(you dirty dirty)
verse 1
Now I'm a dirty old south boy
And you can tell by the way I spit it out
can't back me but she wanna be my bestie
Everytin' boasy flexy stay sexy but these bruddas can't touch me
Touch me touch me
Bag Givenchy shoes LV
Breast
street shit
You give dem' all stories of remix
I just stepped on this yayo wit' remix
I'm smashing this hooker, she skeeting
I don't talk to deez' hookers
My granny while on her deathbed
She turned and said to me
"Why must you view life so morbidly?
I tried to teach you right
But somewhere I went wrong
(That's the sound, that's the sound)
That's the sound when we slidin'
On them fuck niggas
Got crossed out by my kin, I got trust issues
(For real) and you
niggas who still on the block
Still makin' serve while it's hot
Before I tell, I'll sit there and rot
Before I go broke, I'ma work me a pot
This that shit
Crossed that fuckin' road
'Cause he was runnin' from that
Pyrex and that hot-ass stove
How I play with her pussy
She play with her nose
I like to turn one
a hot line
Buying all these Rollies
Tryna make up for lost time
Lived a lonely life
It's only right you see a boss shine
We're both from the hood but
You
a job
Tell her sign to Death Row (Come on)
She ain't gotta drop a song
Just give us that nigga lo'
(yeah, it's 'Box) i been hot every since I
Dropped that
up, fuckin' my bitch and she tap out
Last nigga got packed, tryna act out
Wanted money, so I took the fast route
Nigga cap in they rap and what's
A rustle in the distance startled me awake
I turned towards Sophie to initiate another round
Overtaken by her vulnerability
But the vacuous silence she
bullets
AK and a vest, nigga
What? What you thought? I forgot how to spit?
Spit hot shit that stick like
The top of my dick
Walk when I talk so my words
the backdrop
Chilling by Britannia beach with the Fanta
We ain't had shit, wishing for a Santa
I'm like, "That's it, fuck it, I'ma ball out" (I'ma ball, yeah)
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