Lyrics:
ho, might buy yo' ass a purse
Niggas scary, niggas pussy, need to go to church
Who want smoke?
Who want smoke? (Let's go, let's go)
Who want
There's only one race, the human race
What about NASCAR?
Haha, show yo' titties, bitch (pussy boy, you heard)
What, you thought I was gon' dance?
and worthless
Those feelings I fight in pursuit of purpose
When it’s dark I think
Let there be light
Inner demons I smite yo
Get out of my sight ho
Fuel my
gotta ask if my killy gon' complete the mission, he dead if he catch 'em (boom, boom, boom)
.762s, .556s, 308, he on a stretcher
By myself, I'll spin in
the clothes, yeah, I lose my mind
Lose my mind, runnin' back keep Yo shoes tied
Anybody tryna play with us, you know me and my homies unified
Keep that thingy
(Kevin Gani bring the body ho)
Let me remind these fools that I'm Doe'd Up
The little muppets I'm Doe'd up
I was gonna stop actin' bad but I'm
the crowd felt that
Verse 2:
Now ill harmonics
ani't it so ironic ho we got you here in this atmosphere
acting crazed lik a beast with your hands all flying
of silence yo
In a jam, sport the Calico (Calico)
Fuck with Cam, thought about it bro, fuck a Smart-Alec ho
Here's ya lesson, fuck school, cop a pound
Give me my dinner (na na na na na)
Then pass me the dessert
Yo, H-izz-o, P stepped in the dizzo
Wit a mean mug and a magnificent flizzow
I gotta
still on that hood shit
Post up by the liquor store, up the block from 8 to 4
My little nigga selling dope, it's GPL fuck you now
My Spanish Bousin
there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don't understand me
Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't
of the true, the glitty-glitty glock, tick-tock.
Crabs, I stop Piru, yo,
Your momma can suck a dog's dick and die.
Chicken little Crab, scared of the red
the Wu-Tang Clan
No bodyguards, I'm just a dred rolling dolo
Looking for an empress and not a ho, yo
I made my way to the bar, the DJ shouted me out
of a couple Guinnesses though
I'll have people passin' out before I finish the show
now you feelin' insecure when I grin at yo' ho'
I had her ass in the air
The penny arcades, hangin out by the pool hall
Used to bop down the block with the box, old school, y'all
Fellas said 'ho', the ladies screamed 'aw'
But that
hero du er gudinne
Jeg er ikke kjent hos politiet men kjendis nede i banken
Yo jeg har noen ville tanker tror hun er på sammen tanken
Det er så mye jeg
Hit them lights
Hit them lights, make this shit
Look darker in this ho, Ayy
Hit them lights
I gotta get a lil' darker here
Hit them lights
Ain't
Thought it's a game now
But I can tell you one thing I know
It's that most rap cats strictly
Out for my dough i call them ho-niggas
I ain't leaving til I'm
like gills
You ain't eaten till your money on the millz
Don't ask where im from you can
Tell by my face tats
Go against the gang we gone
Leave that
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