Lyrics:
On the refrigerator
There hung a typed paper
That made me feel safer
It was written by my bro you know
Not one of these fake lows
But on the low
I’ll tell you how it
it's just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the drop check em thoroughly
The bastard might spin around and try to bury me
And dead niggaz
it for days
Slime and Magma Here!
Just a hoppin' if you can tell!
I’ll surprise ya when your mining!
And you’ll find me down in Hell!
Oh snap! If you
screaming:Yo, that's Lateef! Moron!
That boy Slim on the tune
Rally round it if you're strong
Throw your arms to the moon, c'mon
Anybody lost looking to get
for you, we a match made in heaven, I'ma stand right by you
Why you saying?
Just wanna keep all your attention, baby
Yeah, alright, alright,
for you, we a match made in heaven, I'ma stand right by you
Why you saying?
Just wanna keep all your attention, baby
Yeah, alright, alright,
might surprise you, but
I find I'm OK by myself
And I don't need you
Or your morality to save me
No, no, no, no, no
Then came an arm around my
might surprise you but
I find I'm okay by myself
And I don't need you
Or your morality to save me
No, no, no, no, no
Then came an arm around my
off
See I can be your biggest op
Or I can throw the pack to you like Brett Favre
Chasin a check and all
Drop top big body riding like a go cart
Ain love
Bitch I got a body count that's a molly mount
Mama hate the way I trap she gon throw me out
Nothin ever good enough she gon break me down
There be
(uh-huh)
Once I split your ass in two, you'll be twice as butt (uh-huh)
Yeah, you right, I know your style pussy, 'cause I'm fuckin' it (damn)
Since we
situation, you and I could make a mess of jizz
Then cha-ching, throw it around and we on the brink so
This magnum on me got me feeling like it's army
on the ones that's by your neck and on your hips
Ooh, it taste like Aquafina, baby, go on and take a sip
Throw it back on the dick, spin around, doin'
lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like now and laters
Split champagne wishes to bitches, trips to Vegas
Jot down
the reefer, you can have the hookah
Versace, Medusa, I probably abuse it
Around me, my crew
Your bitch probably throw two up
Party with bitches that throw
clap and she do it wit' no hands
I ain’t throwin’ dollas cause for you I'd throw bands
Steppin' by me when I’m takin' shots of henny
I see that she dance
rolling kegs
They had two sets of arms
They had two sets of legs
They had two faces peering
Out of one giant head
So they could watch all around them
up in your ass, think I was on some shit
Look, you against me is really nothin' to see
Who, when, where, what it's gon' be
I don't give a fuck if
is going to be the death of me
your humour hits me like a train
don't tie me to the tracks again
you say i should be grateful
cause everything in
holding me in your arms right now but if
I told you everything I've done, would you run
'Cause I've covered up my footprints in the sand
But miles away
Soul controller, no, but those are known to figure
She told me this street's mine
That's what you told that last nigga
I'm peeping your game from
love me, why?
'Cause I give 'em backshots
Niggas wanna throw slugs but I bust back shots
It ain't even about trying to diss these niggas
It's about
picked off, like corners when expectin' the throws
Carnivorous when spittin' it, I split the flesh from the bones (uh-huh)
They gas him like indigestion
rolling kegs
They had two sets of arms, two sets of legs
They had two faces peering out of one giant head
And they could watch all around them
And they
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