Lyrics:
sickness
And eating cat until the clitoris twitches
Beating rap and leave it in stitches and wounds
The deepest that I get is when my dicks in the wombs
everybody that came before
Put the world on the wishlist
So everyday could be Christmas
The 25th is too far
Many thick girls in this club on the Saturday
the story goes
Nothin Can Stop The Nation
Power
cll This Hate Cant Last Forever
Probably Wont Believe It
Life Is So Terrific
Just Like c Party
You Know
What's important is NOT that you drive a Maserati or a Bugatti or who u bodied
Matter Fact is what you embody
Cause you could still live in a porta
lost his job that's the straw that broke the camel's back
Baby momma bounced with his daughter, sanity's about to crack
All this dude wants is his family
by the times I'm havin'?
Just wait till I get my license back
I bet can have any guy I ask
'cept for that rapper th at guy is wack and he
cctually
shoes is Italian, drip by the gallon
I'm ridin' him like I'm ridin' the beat
giddy-up, giddy-up,'Mani Thee Stallion (ooh)
They see me win in the HD,
a little cat line in ends and the
Shotty brucked off kicked off like a horse
(Bow)
Don't connect by force it's a natural
Ting I'll turn him corpse (Turn him
wish
[T. Hardson]
Now Daddy's home
But she's been waiting all night so we could be all alone
This is an everyday thing so we hang out by
crushed that pray mantis
A crime punishable by death that would put your name on the list
rumor is that Santa Claus compiles pages worth of information
but
of playing
These cats try hard but don't hear what I'm saying
Run for cover, if you're on the wall then get off it
Get this thing shaking like a mosh pit
case when he walked by, you can
Seventeen days
A centre of a maze
Is it all true what I heard about you?
When the world stopped today
When
but not mines black
Seen a lot cats get yak (for all of that)
Ain't no gettin back, this the shit that comes wit this pack
Three things, guns
This is the Lotus
The Underground
Where all darkness meets
For the judgement of their afterlife
Six petals, One pod
And an Army full of Juggalos
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
as many checks as
They have for me
So I made shorty go and shake her ass for me
Now she wonder why, I be takin half her fee
And she lookin like
Is this how
work?
Yeah, white as yo t-shirt playa
Well, I been hittin' yo phone, all I'm gettin' is the voice mail
I got anotha numba cat, you undercover rat?
Allons! We must not stop here
However sweet these laid-up stores
However convenient this dwelling
We cannot remain here
However sheltered this port
by four and I spilled the whole six
In that penthouse kickin' shit
Made a couple racks off this and this
Hoes wanna come and fuck on a nigga
I was
the streets equal
These streets EVIL, city niggaz with Desert Eagles
They won't hesitate to drive-by in TINTED regals
And that's how it is in my life, that's
Luger's best
I like the way it kick back
And what it do to flesh
Ayo! Jus Allah let em know why you the best
This is closure verse it's over
Cousin you is
stay on God
This is the rhythm for my niggas in the street
Who never settle keep on hustle working just to live their dreams
And keep your mouth shut
Uh, you might wanna pull out a chair for this one
Ay this a real song, yeah
Uh, I'ma pull the skeletons out my fucking closet man
Just vibe with me,
conditioned not to expand the vision
Watching life go by through filtered lenses
But does experience bring pain that kills or pain that cleanses
Sometimes I
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