Lyrics:
me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my
on the ground, ground, ground
Why are you trying to make fun of me?
You think it's funny? What the fuck you think it's doing to me?
You take your turn lashing
Well, I'd like to tell you all about my dream
It's a place where strip malls abound
And diversion's mere moments away
Where culture's defined by
always fuck it up, fuck it up
For myself, fuck it up, fuck it up
You got what I want, I just wanna love
Tell me now girl, is this love?
(Is this love?)
the fuck up when you hear love talkin'
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'
If God be the source then I am the plug talkin'
Yeah, baby
Yeah, baby
give a fuck, I don't play
Bitch, you think you saw this basket first?
You're ass backwards like motherfuckin' Bob and Silent Jay
Illest shit you could
straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face, she thick with ass
Get slick-slick, I click-click, blast on your bitch ass
theres light on the horizon
Fuck it I got the munchies
These bitches keep getting hotter got their hair up in a scrunchie
Tell them uglys 6 ft don't you
to make me change what's right
So fuck my life
Time stands still when I'm with you (but you make me want to kill you)
How am I supposed to break through?
the fuck you at? (Tical)
Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now (shut the fuck up)
I'm pluggin' in them social skills that keep my total bills
Over
just a taste from the Funky Human Being
Ain't no misbehavin', ain't no use for ravin'
Surrounded by the people who would stab me in the back
My skin
just say fuck the shit
Fuck police
Fuck the feds
Fuck all of it
Cause I don't really care who stepped in my path
Cause I'm a chatch you off guard
don't want no confrontation, it's too complicated
Pour my lean for me baby, you a hottie thottie
I'm gon' fuck you in Atlanta like we on an island
I
We in the time of our lives baby
Turn the music up, Primetime
Yeah, primetime, beat by Dion, our third eon
That's what the fuck we on
Mo'
and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win,
shoot ya
Fuck em they call us niggs I'm tryin to make a livin
Do some touchin, you know I'm pretty good with the bustin
Trustin nothin you can buy if
protecting us?
Boy, you better buckle up
'Cause I got questions for you fucks, I've had enough
Triple X, I just popped a triple X, uh
A school shooter, I
Before I die, I'm tryna fuck you, baby
Hopefully, we don't have no babies
I don't even wanna go back home
Hopefully, I don't leave you on your own
at what the fuck you done got into
I see you found your niche, you just a bitch with a menstrual
Claiming you a murderer, and you spelled it wrong
You
(Uh uh)
(Archive)
I can't trust the way you feel about it
And I cant trust the way you heal around it
No I can't trust the way you talk about it
on the ground, ground, ground
Why are you trying to make fun of me?
You think it's funny? What the fuck you think it's doing to me?
You take your turn lashing
I serve the base, I serve the base
I serve the base, I serve the base
I serve the base, I serve the base
You would fuck a bitch nigga for
a nigga D.I.E.
If anybody scared, fuck from 'round me
If you ain't with the bid'ness, get the fuck from 'round me
Slide down on my niggas on tip
with you, nigga?
You a fraud, just a fib, my nig', my nig', uh
Oh
You know I never did you wrong
Even though I'm right here by the phone, dawg
You
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