Lyrics:
Fat fat milkies, fat fat titties
Fat fat pusspuss, fat fat kitties
Fat cock, upload that shit on your laptop
Get stopped by a cop, bop bop (dead)
Not
a great false dawn
Oh, fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns
And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn
And the midget
a great false dawn
Oh, fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns
And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn
And the midget
The Chi bumping Common
But the only thing in common
Is crime and more violence
I play a little game, you say you fly
I’m over fly
I’m the pilot that’s left
when
I sped in and out of traffic
Then swerved like Big Sean into a garbage can
And knocked over a Manican
Frankly man, I'm done being
Trevor and Michael
'Damn, Priest, look what you started'
(Hush) Lemme finish my job then
Roll over, roll one, I'm sober
Come back to the bed with a snicker and a soda
Was it
rolls, so don't worry what the cost is
Money don't jiggle, but you know it don't fold
Fuck an ATM, you need to bank, bank, bank
Money over bitches, it's
bedroom, tiny apartment (Aye)
Out in the Bay, and I'm mimicking Stephen the way that I'm steppin'
Them shorties been digging my form, so they swarming
I've
Hector
Kill any beat like my first name Dexter
She say I miss You and say I Neglect her
These Niggas tiny they micro Imma takeoff like some nitro
LH fuck
just a tool
What it does to the brain is wild
Turn a wise man to a fool
Power over people who wants it
Invest your coins into tiny little bits
Invent
to the south
Around a yard with specks of grass
And a dog with more teeth than
Mouth chained up sifting through trash
That ice cream truck rolls too slow
here to fuck it up
Hangin' with Star and Turt, 'bout to roll up a blunt
18k gold jewelry is what we stunt
$500 watches every day you dunce
Lil Turt got
out throughout his freshman year
He was determined to turn this hobby of his to a career
Jumpin from one band to another over a couple of years
Then
off everything I’d have to dry clean.
Let the surf roll over me.
Even That far south the ocean’s cold.
Felt cold but meant to me.
I know for sure
out tha cups let tha henessee spill, hit'em on up with tha pimp
Betta tell'em when then to stop, and into my tiny 2
And alcoholic or what want to call
out tha cups let tha henessee spill, hit'em on up with tha pimp
Betta tell'em when then to stop, and into my tiny 2
And alcoholic or what want to call
a pruner, flossin still
Pass out tha cups let tha henessee spill, hit'em on up with tha pimp
Betta tell'em when then to stop, and into my tiny 2
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