Lyrics:
it's gon' burn you
I'm with the homies right now
Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota
A quarter tank of gas, one pistol, and orange soda
Wake up my mista… hey
Just come with me to the west coast
A flower farm
I forget the words sometimes
When you play guitar
And I've been called back
blows windmills, talking bout a country hill
King of it too
Like Hank with my feet up
On two, Re up on me
We up on you-yupp
Sexy female drinking Mad Dog
back in the day
My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight
Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
A taser and a jammy tackle
By a neighbor with
to
My school with a camera
I freestyled on his DVD for
A minute then after it hit the streets
I was known as K dot from Compton
Man Hootie probably was
Dissed me for clout I am not cool with it
You are a fool
Don't know who your fooling with
Call me a clown
Bitch should I frown?
I am a king and you
them cups raising up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar
Gotta nose it up
I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker ho
Ya swore you doin' it like
Me
her
And drive by the projects while a nigger hollar
I let her drive the V
She's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me
She's my pretty
all banter on me
'til shh turned casualty (Turn turn)
He stay casually top floor with the baddest B
(Turn turn)
Dicing this AM from A but I'm pissed
In
and I probably need a parade
All the soldiers with me, this shit like green beret
So legendary, I'ma probably need a day (June 29th)
Forgot I already
called you
got on that train
they very next day
you beleived in me
and what i had to say
now i've been called back to the outpost
i go there by myself
i
home
I'll get you right
I pictured me holding you
I pictured you holding me
We can watch a movie girl
I just bought some brand new dvd's
And I
bought a one way
Ticket for you to come down and live
In South Carolina with me
With me
They laid your corpse low
Into the cold snow
In a box
Frozen ground
Growing up I was savage shy but still A savage
Watching pac on dvd I told myself I Had to have it
Momma told me to stop but it turnt To a habit
Told
Welcome to hell where doctors him babble to there patients...
Like good lil anxious dieties...
Break you like a dvd with a dvd that's a Death Valley
Im with her and she with me
Stick it in dvd
Crazy visuals, pcp
Know i came with the weed
Yeah i brought a big bag
Oh where'd your hoe go
Dont you want
to pick up Joyce, she be making me moist
Giving me head while she humming, she can play with her voice
And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass
She could
on a opp with a ski mask John Cena, you can't see me
All of my niggas gon' slide Spin back, gang, call it DVD
Cartier shades, I can't see nobody
Make one
sweet nostalgia
Hey, I swear that it's all working out
Wait, I thought that I'd be happy by now
Bury me in DVD's that push all the pain down
Down, down,
A continual dark river of people
In their transience and in its permanence
But when the streetlamp fills the gutter with gold
So many priceless items bought
through
Won't you come with me, to the Liberty of Norton Folgate
But wait!
What's that?
Dan Leno
And the Limehouse golem
Purposefully walking nowhere, oh
home with me
She get it from her momma
You can't tie a sweater over that ass
Or hide it in pajamas
We lay back, blowin' ganja
DVD, she make it hard
(Mbee Mbee)
(Ay ay)
(Ay ay ay)
(Yeah)
Don't need no pill to be Real
How the fuck you ain't Feeling me
Ay man I swear that's Insanity
Fucking with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby let me lay ya down
On the carpet when I come round
Get rug burns when I tear ya down
On the ground all I want to hear is
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