Lyrics:
off can't move my wrists are slit
Good afternoon this is your captain speaking with just a little flight information
We're flying with an altitude
bitch
I got this pimp game from my grandfather Big Daddy, he said
"Keep your fo' inches in your candy painted Caddy
Keep your cattle, all in one
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
She wanna know my mood
Baby girl what's the mood
Got her coming in twos
I gotta keep me a few
Baby girl if you choosy
Gotta keep me a few freaks
I
(stress)
To my girls that's lookin' their best
Won't you go and show it off for us?
(Ladies, go on, throw your hands up)
And if he's all in your head
Red wine time on the couch
Happy you agreed to hang out
Keep my head in the clouds
Keep them old names out your mouth
I can make you laugh out
been working like a damn
Nine-to-five all my life
Put my dick in your wife
Double back, hit it twice
Run up on me, that's okay, you a pussy
Get shot nine
a deep breath then
Bend her knees like a free throw
I don't want me no good girl
I fell in love with these freak hoes
In my bedroom, I'll make a movie
It's
Attached to your girl like a .jpeg
Party scene turn to a murder scene
Keep shittin on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard green
I'm on gasoline
hanging off there fingers and toes
Wicked pimpin, scary bitches, livin or dead
Or with vampire fangs and they givin me head
Like cemetery girls back dance
girl walkin through my hood if she's lookin good
And if she's somethin fine, I'll be humpin hind
Let's get it on, ain't nuthin wrong, with a little
last pic before the day is done
Cus' my fit won't quit 'til I hang it up
If I'm not fitted up then I'm better off dead
You gotta look good
look good, you
a sigh that death threw
Taught myself and kept room
For my best, off the roof
Swung my hands, as her moods
Turned off day news
Turned off, they knew it's
fucking with me, I ain't no motherfucking punk
Punk, I got some good hands, but I prefer my gat
Now where you at, cause I'ma slit your cool-Aid pack
See,
at your work
I'm hitting the fat monkey, and damn your girl chunky
Haven't seen what I've been, I'm drinking all alone
On the phone with my b...l, you, n,
playin'
Wit pistol in my muthafuckin' right hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and start demandin'
Give your muthafuckin' money out ya fuckin' pockets
Give me
left, people on my right, all in my earhole
Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
[Magoo]
It's Mag from your TV screen, buzzin off
Sequins pearls cars girls
Guns furs diamonds money
Want them, Take them Have them, Keep them
Ooh! but hands off, hands off
One thing I just won't do
Is
stuffed in my Ferarri hood
Fuck niggas talk bout MC's on my hills
Hip hop was dead and killa gave me the will (flee)
Black car fever got this nigga
off it.
You got my rhyme,
Now cough it.
Brother, sweat the tip and forfeit.
You're nada,
Know not a,
I'm hotter.
You're a slow trotter.
Karate
Treat you like a bady, hold you by the hand
I give you a yard, you try to take a mile
You're grinnin' in my face, callin' me your pal
My brothers comin'
Girl, oh you look fine
I want to do you
I get dizzy, you keep my body busy
Every time I get near you I want you actin' like a grizzly bear
You
To create fun is truely to
Create a good moment
So make noise and rejoice and
Keep control of yourself
Be cool be safe be wise and watch your health
Sometimes
bags, so keep your lip zipped
Shit poppin' like ten zits, I got a little weed oil
Pull it when the pen lit, that's a good drag
He be high off it in
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