Search results for 'yo ho ho by terry allen' Page #150

we aint foes
You just a peasant man you gotta go
Treat you like luda
Move bitch get out the way ho
Before the bodies be dropping and stacking like

man yo pockets on lint
Glock 19 gon’ make me dig
In a ho mouth like a mother fuckin cig
Got a bad lil thing
She be vibin' me
I need company
She gonna

Uh! Mothafucka! Yea yea
This is dope yo! 
I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya with da mic
I'm hotter than pussy power for a dyke
Here comes the autistic nigga

Red dot like on stand-by
At the crib when the homies pull up
Hop out and I give'em a cup
Drinkin, smokin
Straight west-coastin
Give a thot a nut
Rub it

Who run the night like this?
Pull up with a stick let it bite like this
Big blade like Ike finna slice like this
Lil bro by my side we gon die like this

All day, all day, all day
Ayy
I been winnin' Charlie Sheen all day

Ayy, Ayy
Matty aboutta' attack
And yo' life boutta' end I just went back to back
Now

off
I'll get up in yo face, and fucking spit literally 
Quit giving me ammunition to slam you with and
I am like a Philanthropist with a brand new

Your Attention Please
Your Attention Please
Your Attention Please
Your Attention Please

Yo, What up it's FAIN, the white dirty bastard
Poet,

yo plate (Gimme That)
Can't make a mistake (Nuh uh)
My miss making steak (A1)
I'm raising the stakes (Up there) I'm setting the bar (Up there)
By

Who run the night like this?
Pull up with a stick let it bite like this
Big blade like Ike finna slice like this
Lil bro by my side we gon die like this

don’t sweat about the interest I get from the mess
I wanna care about the little man
Helping him stand
Yo that’s my plan
Uncle Sam demanding more than you

that's the flavor for my steezo yo
I pull the pins on grenades and then the beat will blow (Ooh)
Snatching rims off the backboard Shaq deezy bro
I got

the difference, get left or get right
Identifying and insighting our goals as we press to incline
How many lives could you touch wit yo actions and words
How many

cleaned by two fiends that do crack
Catch me where da' hood at
In any side in Ca$hville
If I don't hit yo' ass up I bet somebody ass will
I talkin out shit

you the one I think I cant trust
You don't know what pain is 

You only hop skip and drop top tipped by anybody with a crotch grip 
And never think

days
Yes
SheaButta Bandit
Mind gone living reckless my heart colder than yo necklace
Get money stay down only thang on my checklist
Piss bucket poor but

and my dough and ignored my friends when they said ‘Yo snipes she's a Ho'
Even so I stayed with her through all that was said
Now there's a voice in

Paypal
Dream big, den stay woke
Wen i was young, i got playdough
Now i write da recipe 4 Panko
Make her show her ass like a stank ho

Iced up sittin in da

thicker than lizzy
I mean Li-Zo
Lil thick ho
And she wear mikes more than bibby
Slurr when I talk
Like I'm leanin a lot
Bitches on tour
They be feenin a lot

rag
Gold chain
Blue watch
Propane
You mad 
Yo bitch
Be sayin
My name

Get you kidnapped thru a uber
Kno a couple killas that's from uber
Ain't no talkin

never hate should be the rule to each hos own I just does what i do
Yo I can't lie homie I thought you knew i would never change up and start acting brand

ain't shit funny
I'm poppin' off like a blast from the mutha-fuckin' gunny
God damn, I love that ho
Pullin' through like a nigga gon run that show
I gun

I saddled & tally ho 
Now I see clearer than Lasik, I got my ascics laced up for the matrix
So Run

Live by the gun better die for it 
Fresh till I'm

down
Look around: they're around for you
I knew yo ass was lyin' ho
This ain't got shit to do with me
You're a scared little bitch
You don't know what