Lyrics:
Your set is stale, oh f'ing hell
I hope you get f'd in jail, nigga
I gotta go battle, 'cos I couldn't think of a concept
Go raggo like, fuck
not
But it doesn't even matter cause you'll tell me to shut up
No one makes me feel like you,
You make me hate myself
What the f***ing hell
You always
know me
TG
Like Army nigga...
Hell na Ian f***ing finished
And I can't lie n**** 3, 4 times
I felt like f***ing quitting
But that's sum that i
the hell's up with you
I'm f***ing wasted
It's the best s*** I ever fucking tasted
Oh f***ing s***
I'm way too baked
One new messaqe.six saved messages.first new message:]
Angry female: where the f*** are you?!
I've been f***ing calling you all f***ing night long.
(All the noise)
Can I get a mother f***ing second
I don't really think I learned my lesson
Tired of living f***ing second guessing
Back near broke bent
disconnect can we f***ing renew this
Now I'm going by myself
Take from heaven or take from hell
Throwing my cap right down farewell
You look an angle are you
a friend
But went to him crying right then
I thought he was just a lil friend
Should've known from the begin- ning
How you f'ing did me aint even f'ing Talk
I love how you really hold me
I don't really care
Cause nobody holy
Just like fire
I am F-ing blazing
Oh damn
F-ing blazing
Traveled far away
Been
short to live in hell
F***ing open your eyes
Like being shot in the head
Shot in the head
Shot into heaven
Shot into heaven
Shot in the head...
achy
Now I'm stepping back from all the snakes inside my garden
cll they want to do, is try intrude
Just like a bailiff
Pack you f'ing bags and get
drastic, ain't no names compared to me
Who are you, where are ya, I can't see, ya air to me
Ya not there to me, I ain't f***ing with you b**** n****s
I'm
off my tongue with the dagger and throw f***ing out
My life's a f***ing tragedy
Live with no hope no sympathy
I have been escaping from this
So don't
n****
Boosie where been n****
I've been on the block at studios, selling blocks,
Whatever it takes to make a knot
I ain't f***ing with this
murking s***
Tinted up, spending, finna let that thirty spit
B**** do you want your f***ing family in black clothes
The b****es in black dresses,
f***ing conquer
Now i dey beat ma chest(oh waa)
E durn dey tire ma vest(oh wa aa)
Man i no get shirt(oh waa)
Now ma vex don vex
Now ma eye durn red
Cause
break the bitches spleen, I am never clean
Sipping on my lean, I just need some loyalty
Used to be a f****ing fean, family grew up saying please
But I
thugs and one chum
I heard the F-ings about it, I played this F-ing after F-ing
Now he's F-ing retarded, I said it's K
I mastered the style of lost pain,
know you can!
I know you that's why we gonna do it
Daz on the beat
Hey Daz, n**** stop f***ing around with the piano n****
Just drop that s*** like,
watching Jackie Gleason walk into a precinct
Gun down the captain for no f***ing reason
And get some LSD or a drink from the bar
Get behind your wheel
Kathy,
F***ing M.C.'s cause she's so nasty,
See her backstage trying to throw that a**,
She just like the freaks and she had to pa** me that p****
f***ing heathens
So you'll die like pagan gods
In between the poisons and the pure
Contagions and the charm
Nine for sure
And I have only sand
I be hella smacked
Say he having that, where his money at?
I gave lil bronem them some f***ing racks, they might pop his hat
They don't even think I'm
all in your life
(You don't gotta speak when I ain't around, just know that
Keep me out your f****ing thoughts, straight up)
Throw the, deuce
Ride in,
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