Lyrics:
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like i said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
to rush you, girl
But we should be body to body
Body to body (Mr. Hood)
Body to body (yeah)
Uh, picture your body soakin', bath water
No panties
holdin' long
They don't want this pressure, they don't want this pressure
Six pistols sittin' by my brick compressor
Dirty as my draws is
Knockin' pictures
Unleash the Armageddon
So all the children go to heaven
I sit by quiet still
With their pictures on my eyes
You'll draw the guns you're given
Heads up
Alright
Read a book now
Living on a planet ran by killers, and the crooks now
If you haven't noticed, here's my line you the snook now
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
eh yeh ain't gotta fucking me
cause I ain't fucking witcha
I'm riding dirty with this work and my mother picture
.40 cal under my shirt and another
the camera do its dirty work down there in the dark
Sink low, rise high, bring back some blurry pictures to remember all your darker moments by
Permanent
Now they snap pictures everytime that they see me
Up in my bag is a muhfuckin semi
I give it some gas and you know it's a hemi
When I get rich I can buy
material rather I transcend
You could look me up and down still might never get the picture
I felt like a clown before I understood my mixture
Slipped right
a nickel
Niggas be faking like they want smoke, you get a black bag with a zipper
I'm talking t-shirt wit ya picture, then post on tha book "fuck whoever
a Benz
You gonna have the women scheming tho
And if you get it how you spend
You dont gotta to take a picture bro
But shorty pop another Zan
And treat
Yeah I'm sad today little Clarissa living in a world without your kisses
Tears falling down again on the picture of a heart-breaking beautiful girl
what it was?
What was it Marty?
Well it wasn't Arizona
I can tell you that right now
Ron, they were looking at
Some dirty pictures and
They wanted me
like before
(Last time like before)
Kicking off doors,
(Open up)
Lose my bros to the roads I can't even picture the thought
We're riding of course
I'd
picture
You ain't my nigga if we can't patch up go half nigga
When I'm up don't even think Junechi splitting that bag wit ya
Don't act like I ain't told
Let me get it now
On Twitter, they murder my mentions
Cause they heard I was served by a circle of henchmen
Laying in a dirty ditch that bullshit is
clubs
My slight fo's just talk dirty
I clean em up
Money I make em buck
Trust they seen enough
Lust would have you slipping
Love would have you
came from
Born in a world going where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
With their cardboard hands by their sides,
Here`s a naked man and lady
And they`re yours to cut out and keep
So you can dress them up maybe
They
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
to walk
Clear view, dark tints
Hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops
Niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
to walk
Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
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