Lyrics:
the game most these faggots don’t have a brain
Gotta wait for some one to tell ‘em they all the same
Ain’t trynna share yo name till you already made
people, Mexicans, Muslims
I hate apple pie and the beach boys, but Big Oil I love em
I love forcing my religion on atheists that hate god
I hate killing
who have more than them
Prepare to be victims
Ate up by vultures, the politicians
In a dog eat dog culture, that'll sick 'em
Lack of mineral, we
it's just in me
Before I'll snitch, I'll tell 'em I'm guilty
Ayy i whip pussy, feel like Uncle Willy
That ho hopped on top
Told the bitch pop a wheelie
Check, check yeah
One-two, one-two here we go
DOOM so happy i got through
Tell me it's not true
That you got fuckin' deported
Talk about retarded
I
ask you tell em you're riding with PrayzzZ
Riding with PrayzzZ
See I'm kinda like a Big Deal (yeah)
These days I don't even have to pay for meals
EBK we don’t duck no smoke
Shank in my hand i might stab and your ass getting poked
Yall ninjas be moving to close
Tell your bitch she can’t handel
'em by the flocko
Cheese, please, where the nachos, dumbo?
Count it, count it, count it, count it
Count it, count it, count it, count it
Money, money,
If my sister tour bus, ride through your town
You're gonna have a problem, tell 'em Lil Mama
Uh uh, no way, you can show me how [x3]
You can
select, and now our shit is bumpin' loud.
Firing Squad, back on the case.
To school ya, turnin' more boys to men than the great Luke Dubra.
BOOYAH! Do
I’m tired of catching L's like a fever
I’m tryna change this Tazz into a Beamer
Pop a bottle on a island with a diva
She said she want some more I'ma
roll up freshen up at a food concession
Can't talk to strangers
I wanna ask em questions
Saw a woman cryin'
Boy face the fence
I don't wanna go
shit
'Cause I done been shot at by many men
They had hope but he died in a ambulance
They was shook when I hopped out that minivan
Had those boys
a punch
Told Dee put the steak down
He working up a gut
Apple jack breakfast but I'm finna
Turn 'em in by lunch
Bitch told me pull up on her then
She got
couldn't tell you half the shit that I be doin'
In ya hood more than you are, keepin' the brand movin'
G's on our heads but we the ones doin' the shootin'
can tell when I open my mouth
I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
I'm joining
you can tell when I open my mouth
I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
I'm
you can tell when I open my mouth
I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
I'm
you can tell when I open my mouth
I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
I'm
to tell I'm plummeted to a fuckin' abyss
Them drug dealers at my door again
My mom's meetin' 'em in the hall again
I swear when I grow up, I'm killin' all
of the line, you can tell when I open my mouth
I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
I'm
can tell when I open my mouth
I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
I'm joining
can tell when I open my mouth
I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
I'm joining
can tell when I open my mouth
I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
I'm joining
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