Lyrics:
is make woopie
your my pink cookie.
Not a wookie
when you take it off
I'd love a lookie.
Cause I'ma mix it up toss style.
Peace out
you got the sexual
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Gas station, re-up on the petrol
Hit the trap and re-up on the petrol
Shit, by the time you get it it's a retro
sign
Key West is fine and fair
If you lost your mind, you will find it there
Key West is on the horizon line
I was born on the wrong side
line on the contract for you to sign Dreyson
Its your weight in gold
It will make you feel whole
You can have all of this in exchange for your soul
You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick
The FCC says "Profanity - No Airplay"?
They can suck my dick while I take a shit all day
pace make
A pace move for me electric when I slide shock they mind rock they feet stony on
That hill
Hard pill to swallow what they see another black
on benches
Betrayed by some that I fed, not to mention
Standing here now in the best condition
Up outta the dirt so I suggest you listen
See, money can't make
the ar-15
Put it aside, round up the regime
While you rely on religion, I hold a nine
On the mission, to pull fire on your opposition
Revelation was
on the runway? (Yes, you can)
Can you hurt 'em with the long legs? (Yes, you can)
Can you make 'em have it your way? (Yes, you can)
Yes you can, yes you can
slow
Rollin' with your posse is the only way to go
The girlies by the college were lookin' for a ride
We tried to pick 'em up, but we had no room inside
Pound Gangsta chokin off that Boombastic
Now put my verse on the first one-beat the herds come
So be careful cause my rap will make you eat your
the vape, a little bit closer
Inhale the plant till the shit disappears the rise up offa the sofa
They make commercials and billboards and approach you with
on the first one-beat the herds come
So be careful cause my rap will make you eat your words son
(Word to God) Scratch I? Who the hardest to match (I)
is a vice grip (unh)
He who has the gold makes the rules
So I best not hear the silence (shh)
There ain't enough hazmats
Or gas masks
To help the cat
squared refrigerant
N-O-2 makes you laugh, it's laughing gas used by the dentists
I nearly added acid glue, I'm like oil of a toil, the king of chemicals
life
Fuck what you heard, my mind is on money
Might crack a smile but ain't a thing funny
Caught up in the mix where
Your hands'll get muddy kill son
gears shift
I'm blasting, I'm blasting
Kinda like shaft, so you can say I'm shafting
Oh, English filled my mind, and I came up with a funky rhyme
I'm
it in
Oh yeah
Price of the mix
On debt
Fine I'll do it myself
I will admit well
I will admit well
I got a big idea
Mind your own got
Throw down some money
The ice cream man is comin'
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
and cross between
What's your's and mine's, the gold, the green
The roads that show just what it mean
That grabbed Shakur and by the wing
And fly before
Yeah
Uh, you know, we always hope we do the right thang
Tryin' to do my thang
[Chorus]
With my momma up in heaven
Hope I don't violate
Father
Morning is the new late
For night is when we wake
To party in the wake of the
Apocalyptic rakes
Rakin' up leaves until we stay
To fake
Believe we can make
Hold up, hold up
Quickly now, quickly now
The bass was in your face
The highs make you nature rock
Young ladies in the place
Feel the highs, feel
The material mind is enticed by the dollar bill
It makes some brothers fight, and some would even kill
Some will do anything for a bill
Cause they think they'll
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