Lyrics:
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
My friend told me weather's governed by the government
I wanted to believe, but that's the shit that got my cousin 'nem
Everything gotta have
string me along
Holding on by thread and I'll fall to my
Death
Just sing me a song
Something light that'll dance on the ears
Yeah
Don't string me along
a minute, haha
I'm white!
Uh, sorry everyone I made mad at me
I was only tryna be funny
And I wanna get along with everyone
I'd never say the word nigga
Aye, was told by someone that was enough thats on they hood
Got a pink b***h in my cup thats why it taste so good
B***h one wanna buck, let him buck
that
You had to get woken up
By a huge backslap
To the face by a case of the drowsies
Feeling lousy and pouty
Because now you're all crossed up
conceited
Say you fire when ever you need it
You go throw me the kitty I beat it
Say its pretty before I go eat it
I cant go no where without my gun
You say i
they deserve, innocents get the strays
Everything ain't all grav,y baby, niggas subject to change (uh-huh)
And it gotta be the paper 'cause niggas is
so?! I don't want to get signed
My shadow's chasin me, basically, I'm ahead of my time
Tryin to get this green out the heat like spinach rolls
So don't
a buck
Beat, bruised, strangled, cuz Jesus needed to help a bruh
Jesus freed me from seeing the enemy possess a bruh
Trust in God, He knows wassup
Now I
with the sub
Good sex without the glove
I gotta keep going cuz my mission from above
Spittin until its done heart of gold way a ton
But baby Im
evil eyes
He's arrived
Satan himself with the evil eyes
Tryna get me demonized
Tryna get me by surprize yeah
I'm about to fucking die right now
Feeling
cash
Chargin' thirty bucks a blow, twenty if it's three sucks or more
I was broke and my man spotted me the dough
So we, parked by the curb
Three
Let's get that lean on
Fire and water
Could never get along
Me and you
We never meant to be
And I hope that you miss me
Cause I really miss you
show it off
Gotta know what's wrong
When it's too many out here fallin' like Owen Hart
Top dog, bustin' through the door
You niggas know you gettin'
5 to 9, I'm like you out your mind
I doubt you'll find me sitting in their pews
Sitting idly by, I got shit to do
Then I remembered dude that I shared
have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
Cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore
A lyrical destructor
Don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild
copped me a handy?
'Member seein' pops on the line, now I get shivers when I stand on that street
I lost Josh on a motorbike
Plan A was never the plan B
case not only you but myself too along the way
I'd never felt this type of sadness
'Til it looked me in the face
Cause I remember those nights
Body
I gotta get that swagga about myself
Ya understand
Light that thing from the ass end baby, yeah
And I'm a take ‘em all the way there Boo
Hot Spitta
First I gotta get this mil
C.R.E.A.M dolla dolla bill (dolla dolla y'all)
Cash rules everything around me
Only got reals that surround me
Got a couple
right here
Get mind right, your money light
Don't make me come out there
Snatch your whore and get it done right there
Little niggas ain't ready for
super Saiyan
Demons in my blood like Satan
Imma be the ruler of the nation
I'm vibin' in distress
Know I been a mess
Lost inside my mind
Help me out my
exist
I ain't gotta trip off
Gettin' hookers out of my system (get you out of my system)
See that's how he tricks em
Get em' sippin', then a big ol'
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