Lyrics:
a slight hunch
Meet me at lunch
We'll have a brunch
Off to the movies I'm finna see Scream
Call me Joe Biden, I got the ice cream
Ignore what they saying,
egy madár can tell by the feathers
so go tell your mother you fucked with a stepper
i have been spinning the block like its Mekkah
she got ass, dagadt
out, grab a white bitch by her titties
Rock wallabies, this is Clarkology
You know copy Starky belong wit the triple technology
Quick wit the pistol,
thuggin I ain’t never scared, all these new rappers is very weird, ain’t impressed by the shit that they let me hear, I done bled for this shit I done shed
we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it take
I love you like a fat kid love cake
You know my style I say anything to make you smile
Girl,
Fell in love with the trenches all we did was thuggin
Cross me up when we catch you we finna get to dumpin
I'm independent I'll slide do you up all on my
to be gone?
We only humans girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it take
I love you like a fat kid love cake
You know my style I say anything
Three Six mafia how I stay fly
Rolled a Six gram backwood
You know a nigga stay high
Yeah We get Niggas gone
No opp I can not stand by
We'll turn
The ones that are outlawed worse than Reno Raines/
and make the average Joe on the street demand cleaner trains/
The ones whose history ya'll want to erase/
come on the scene
Better get on the floor shake it dance for me floor shake it dance for me
Bring ya girlfriends by we got somewhere to be
Yea You know
type person
We keep it live while y'all niggas be rehearsin'
Cursin' us, hopin' that we disappear
But we been in the game for so many, many years
The illest nigga in the city
Yeah I run the town
Them young niggas got them burners
Ready to gun you down
OG Kush we burning, pockets fat like Sherman
Then
of the Ying Yang Twins soldiers
Nigga I tried, I told you
We put it down coming right back, 'cause it's like that, on a phat track
With a fat sack
D-Roc
the truth
It's true no matter how hard you refuse
So yeah we were poor but no more
An' none of all this your "hup by my bootstrap route outta destitute" crap
Mrs. Mary Mac, all dressed in black
She's rather fat, and she, carries a bat
She's the nosiest lady on the block when it's hot
Cops get shot when we
rapping
But I talk that gangster shit and be about it
Fuck nigga fuck nigga, fuck around get bodied
Do it by myself because I don't even need nobody
We was
baby
She know dis nigga crazy
Bitch I'm still nola baby
Nigga always know
we be on bourbon
We thuggin all at night
Gotta catch Ma next la flight
I'm in my room, and I'm thinkin' bout ben
I can't trust me, no bitch only trust' me my gen
Long Live bruh, make me wanna, go sin
We take' his ass
all them niggas who would diss you in the dark
If you know us, we'll snatch you up and put you in the ark
Flora Mississippi, rep my city, Kearney Park
ya brain
Pollute ya city cuz I spit that cooked cain
Thanks fat joe cuz you described us best
Now it's non stop packs look at this big mess
You left us
Illegal weapons, and tattoos bien tumbados
I'm fat but I have flow like fat joe
Look at me wrong, and I take out my glock
Think about your death, cuz it's
Uh, okay, we're going to do a new song then
It's about a man named, uh
Morgan Davis, Morgan
Morgan left the house to get some Cream of Wheat
it'll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can't we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I'm gone in this
like to touch it
Kiss it rub it
Flood it
We seal it and ship it
Whip it like bisquit
Got few on the hit list
Scoop and beam won't miss shit
Get rock by
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