Lyrics:
give a fuck bout the house fuck around and hog tie a nigga
Smoke his ass up like a swisher
RIP now his face on a picture
I don't think they heard you
on dog time
Run down a pagan and hog tie'em
Gunnin' for me?
That's a long line
Nigga
I'm a T-house, OT
FT one time with your old ting
Quick trip
Mmm mmmm
Run up the racks
The ghetto got me traumatized so there ain't no coming in last
Might think It's inna hog tie the way that I loop up my cash
my heart heal
What's that stain on my shirt? It's a lean spill
Want that last buzz? No that's my pill
Latinas buzzing out in Brazil
Hog tie that bitch
Knock it out the park and imma slide on it
Hog tie on it
Dim the lights on it
Spit my fye on it
Put my pride on it
Ride and die on it
Break my dime
(Verse 1)
Girl I'm ready...
Don't be pretty
cre you with it
I'm tryna get it
Hog Tie Baby imma heat that ass up
Strike it from the front until you
I wanna be alleviated of all the arrangements and hopes
Sent from the skies on happy little lies
Demented, but empty as smoke
cnd of the hog tie in
some wood after the pledge
Get em dropped for some butter cuz ain't even want the bread
Make it home to my shorty she waiting with spreaded legs
Hog tie
and blind they eyes and hog tie they feet
Fuck em, with no remorse nigga cut em down
Love the way we shut em down, shit it ain't funny now
Used to be my
like a typewriter
Look like a bonfire
I don't like pigs, don't make me hog-tie you (uh)
Uh, yeah, that's how I feel
Nigga, yeah, that's how I feel
bands in Bermuda
Known to fuck a party up and bounce
We hog-tie little rappers, give 'em black eyes like Little Rascals
Yeah, this is how it sound
where the fluke?
Your opinion something moving like
Pew pass by
'em, hog tie 'em For the revenue
Bullets peer through the bulletproof
Look what the iron
nobody move a pack
When you shooting onsite, you aim the Ruger at his naps
Cut his tongue, hog-tie him, things we usually do to rats
What? Who gassed
the get back
Lead through shit bag, hog tie gag
Forget the life we had, now we all rebels
Everything burnt down includin' the ghetto
We can see for miles
Def Squad we be all over the place
Hog tie, split your back fold you in a suit case
Yeah it's the Mr. Keith Murray and Mr. Beef Curray
Don't worry come
But she can hog tie a pig
She's an itsy bitsy baby
Won't set me free
Even when I gotta be away from my girl
Even when I'm everywhere around the world
I
on smash
You know them niggaz got it
Yo, it's Def Squad we be all over the place
Hog tie, split your back fold you in a suit case
Yeah it's the Mr.
tossed in the ocean
Popped until they brain ooze, I won't lose
Blood all on my apron, hog tie 'em up while they try escaping
Peeped the visual, tied 'em
this verse is like leavin' the gas on
Hog-tie a nigga for his bread, have the Hefty bag on
By any means, a cheddar king
Got a '98 kid's voice
raining
Five and twenty burglars by the reservoir
A teenage lookout on the signal tower
The mogul's daughter in hog-tie
The mogul fingers the wrong
raining
Five and twenty burglars by the reservoir
A teenage lookout on the signal tower
The mogul's daughter in hog-tie
The mogul fingers the wrong
what I
Work hard for while you sons of bitches just sat around dumb found my
Gang muscles off of working out I'm a workaholic alcoholic hog tie ya bitch
we don't sleep
And hog tie your runaway bride with cold feet
We built this city on lock and load logic
And burned it down the same night
So go
to give nigga cases and
They want to see me in jail hell they can't wait to take me, want to
Hog tie me and take my bar, take me off around Christmas
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