Lyrics:
waiting for your smile.
What is an endless dream.
Even the little birds
sings the killer's song tonight.
Passing time is so mean to me.
How come ever
Shorty ass soft, like a Nerf ball
If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga, fuck y'all
Thank God for the first nigga started trapping
Thank God for
A little danger's never stopped me before...
Seduced by hypnotic eyes and a kiss to die for
Everything you do causes me pain...
Torture me with
Posting your products and say not for sale
Tryna be rappers and tryna be trappers
But trappers should never wanna be on camera
You not a gangsta bitch you's
big Bun was all for it, but Pimp wasn't sure
But "Big Pimpin" hit 'em 187-Pure
Number one song on every station you turn on
MTV and BET we getting our
Number one song on every station you turn on
MTV and BET we getting our burn on
Grammy nominated can't believe that we made it
And we got a call from
Your thoughts are all smoke
From the fires of your daddy's design
You're drunk on the milk
Fermented by a house in decline
What beckons this curse
(no)
Get in love then I'll cut you loose so
Runaway, runaway
'Cause I'm no, I'm no, I'm no good for you
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma love killer
I'ma, I'ma,
his whip, he fell for the okie
Talkin' all that gangsta shit on 48th and Oakley
A lot of killers in my city, nigga, I ain't jokin
How the fuck you think
and you, just the two of us, you are all alone
I am the killer that is in your dreams
I can control you and push you to your extremes
I am the killer that
score
And with each new play, you're aiming for more
From the cut to the deal, and the pegging to the crib
Cribbage is a game that you'll never beat me in
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
Stop talkin that snot
Sayin you a killer I ain't seen nuthin get killed by whoever you got
You say you keep hittin them licks I check wit the homie
disturbed, word
Now-a days you could get shot
For a cheap necklace
Back then my people bust shots
For the free breakfast
Now before you see God, or stand
president (Georgia) Bush
We see them Confederate flags, you know what it is
A white cracker motherfucker that probably voted for him
And no he ain't gonna
you ever been too dope for your own good?
(No!)
So how the fuck can you know what it's like
To be great, when there's no ropes and no book
For a genius
has changed forever it will never be the same
This life man
This life is killing my pain
Am a pain killer
Am a pain killer
Oh Yes
You see my life was
I think that was solid, what do you think
Hoe he's not a thug, he's an internet killer
Hoe he ain't a thug, he's an internet killer
Hoe he's not
killers and you're on their list
Run for your life, you can't hide
Can't you hear 'em coming
You're gonna die
You better run for your life, you can't
sellin' nickel bags
Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?
Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half
Smokers get the [?], man where
Haha
Goddo
Watch who you talking to
My killers catch attitudes, stalk and they follow you
No, I'm not mad at you. They just do what they told, by
a foreign car
Bitches eat the dick like it's a mango
Baby, I can take you where you want
I fuck your bitch in doggy to my song
My brother caught a body in
chalk
Mark you for death
Though we pray for a better day
But as far as today, y'all niggas gotta pay
What?
You ain't a killer, you just talkin' a song
You
Brews in her
Smacked her with the condom
Used in her
Screaming "you Fucked him the bathroom!"
I sensed something fishy
Bad fumes
She pulled her by
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