Lyrics:
from trends dog I stay away from hype shit
I hope you niggas bet on me when you roll that dice shit nigga
Yeah Law
Off the deep end you know I'm
a different habitat
Just to cut my grass the landscaper
Make a half a stack
I'm the truth and you a lie, commit suicide
Just dose off in a coffin
And take
get blammed
I don't wanna hear they'll send me back
Burn that prick turn him to ash
Gut his flesh n rip up his latts
What's better than looking
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.
Relent
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
for the case,
Me and Cudi headin' out what's good,
You done feel off like we knew you would,
Now I can show you how to be a real nigga be the ?
Yea
D3vil (Big dog)
TSP (Big dog)
T.A.Z (Big dog)
Yea
Big dog
All I really fuck with is big dogs
Hit dog
Hands clean
I can get you hit dog
Pissed off
I ain't takin' you home, shit
Shittyboyz, Dog $hit Militia
(Ayo, Mark A)
Off-white striped sweater, lookin' like I'm SpongeBob
Turnt now,
look good, bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She could ride my face, I don't want nothin' in return (woo)
Because if she get off, then I get off, that's my
face with a Mach razor
Then walk away from her cause
I'm a heart breaker
This ain't an arcade or a game at all
Crossing me on an off day is like
Tossing
throwin' bullets I ain't talkin' bout madden
Fuck all da opps Nd my money keep stackin'
Fuck on his mama she throwin' her wagon
Work to get signed man I
the alcohol knew she would fold
Her friends wanna fuck all of a sudden
I know she told em
Cuz I never approach em
I be chillin I ain't too social
But I'm
to my dogs (Mmmhhhhmmm)
Tryna kick that feeling of not wanting my bitch no more (Dam)
Tryna stay in motion with my hustle an growth (Yeah)
Touchdown off
fucking whiskey
[Chorus: Solomon Childs]
BOY! Gut him like a pig in the dark
Or auction off ya bitch body parts
BOY! Poison a guard dog, disarm
Why you steady acting like you Rova I'm a big dog
Why you buying all that fake designer that's a rip off
Running back the way I play the field is
Solomon Childs]
BOY! Gut him like a pig in the dark
Or auction off ya bitch body parts
BOY! Poison a guard dog, disarm the alarm devices
Throw ya head in
fucking whiskey
[Chorus: Solomon Childs]
BOY! Gut him like a pig in the dark
Or auction off ya bitch body parts
BOY! Poison a guard dog, disarm
a rose, pussy tight on these hoes
The Benz Wagon, G-Code, big tides and she roll
I take her far as she can go, worth a black card on the low, woah
Color
and I clip Into hell
Akimbo katanas will rip through them well
Your souls looking weak, lookin' good for a meal
My skin off white looking like I'm mad ill
and fiery body with eyes
To go with it cass was fluid moving fire
She was like a spirit stuck into a form that
Would not hold her
Her hair was black and long
She said she aint out here tryna see me acting ratchet but
I'm so gone
I aint mean be a freak and rip the sheets all off the mattress but
I'm so gone
shit you would've thought that I know Kung fu
Call me Jesus walking through the hole I just pass through
She a freak and her dad a pastor amen
He ah
Beans got us loopy and singing
She wearin' droopy old gingham
Gettin' goopy like Venom
Haters poop in they denim
Trying to rip my mask off like Scooby Doo
I belong
Too many fat rips off my bong
It's that Spunk City life
Spunk City life
I'm divorced from my wife
On that Spunk City life
Back in Spunk City
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