Lyrics:
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
clip will put you out of yuh misery
Y’all tweaking off your drugs conversations speak wizardry
I’ll pull up on the block Knock em off they be run away
the chamber
I can see you run
Nigga I flip my advance before
I ran through it
'cause that money turn haters
Into that barmen fluid
My dope be a 8, from a 1
(YEAH!)
"Crunk Juice" nigga run the club that you in (HEY!)
You scary motherfuckers don't wanna bring the ruckus (NAH!)
You just spend all your time
I'm just mindin' my business
Handlin' business, there's no love for you lad it's business
I'm just mindin' my business
Handlin' business, there's
and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking box cutter
You heard what I said
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
to run that by you one more time
Shut your mouth, I don't have to you ain't my boss
it don't mix
And you don't even know you're waiting for your rhyme fix
But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, your mind gets
Amputated, 'cause your
of hush-your-mouth, 'n Joe South and that's home to me
She was born in '52, she finished in a Mississippi school
And something about her smile that turns you on
She's
a tongue in the ass
Buddy I don't give a fuck who sent ya
Call me a Tesla cause I never run outta gas
Watch that mouth, boy
I'm outta my mind
You better stay
Run it up know what's up
Y'all calling my, name y'all know
That I winning I keep it
Professional for the, business now run
It up run it up y'all
Caesar, sir.
C: (salutes) Hail Caesar.
If it's not done by sunrise, I'll cut your balls off.
B: (very reliefed) Oh thank you sir, thank you sir, hail Caesar
"Sorry for your loss" shit
My sister died in vain, but what point are you trying to gain
If you can't fit the pumps I walk in?
I'll wait
Your rebuttal
Who asked you to run your mouth?"
She was right though
It was time to take a trip down south
And to this very day, when I think of how
I was livin'
Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum prum prum on my
everything!
And ooh, I’m dumbin’ out!
The fools’ll run they mouth
You run amok, get tummy tucked
Remove your gut and pouch
You know you gotta turn to
Staples
nut sack played with by Rachael Ray my dick will take days to killa I’m a thrilla back with Michael Jackson with them red jackets and zippers. Fuck
I'll shit on you
I'm a alcoholic, with the fuckin' toilet
Pass the hot dogs (Bizarre aren't you Islamic?)
Bitch shut your fuckin' mouth
I'm a keep
my problems
And I'm the only one who can solve em
Long as you stay with me
Know I gotcha
I'll put us on the map and in Prada
So here I stand with all
Buck fifty cross your neck
Floss your TEC, I'll beat you wit it across your chest
Yo it's only right I jack your car keys and run
Spent all of my
say my killing's too blatant
You hesitatin' I'm in your mama crib waitin'
Duct tapin' your fam' destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
say my killing's too blatant
You hesitatin' I'm in your mama crib waitin'
Duct tapin' your fam' destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
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