Lyrics:
Yeah, torture, motherfucker, what? (Torture, nigga, what?)
What?
I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin' tie you to a fuckin' bedpost
With your ass cheeks
Yeah, torture, motherfucker, what? (Torture, nigga, what?)
What?
I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin' tie you to a fuckin' bedpost
With your ass cheeks
Do you notice me
The way I notice you
What's in my heart for you
What's in my heart for you
See you in the morning
And never in the P.M.
See you in
on the road till morning, mashing p's while all of you snoring, what do you do, like b, I'm boring, just stuck in the cycle, I mashed like 15 bands on my cycle,
on that ass come and test me bitch
You don't know who the fuck you're steppin' to my nigga row
I'll bust a cap and leave that ass dead by the do'
My
do that shit, yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
Maybach Music
We was in Miami when I fucked you on the balcony
It was hittin' so good, it made me put you
Shoot a nigga in the head
(brrrt) nigga I don't give a fuck, he bleed
Ooh ooh ooh
(roll up my sleeve) what do you need?
I roll up my sleeve, I'm havin'
Fucking that hoe and I'm pulling her tracks
All I do is smoke weed, I been moving them p's
Yea I be moving them p's (yea yea)
Don kel the fucking mac (da
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
It m'reste more to dream
Qu'les flowers horrible my room
My illusions overlook the courtyard
I put a cross on my love
The p'tites pépés for touch
It m'reste more to dream
Qu'les flowers horrible my room
My illusions overlook the courtyard
I put a cross on my love
The p'tites pépés for touch
call me Rossi
I’m liquid, flowin’ like fluid, the truest influenced
By hip hop music, let’s do this
Truly the truest, I do it the rudest
Leavin’ M.C.’s
4 20 got more weed than anybody
But it ain’t legal to export it for money
What am I gonna do? I’mma be legend, oh no
Just take a toke
Early girl has
(Steel Banglez)
Chyeah
Morrisson
Live by the gun, die by the gun (die by the gun)
But it is what it is if that time ever comes
Because I made
Trap nigga I came up by slimmin' P's (yeah, yeah)
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, get 'em
I just left the trap, pulled up
The motherfuckers shot but the punks missed
Ice Cube is outgunned, what is the outcome?
Will they do me like Malcolm?
'Cause I bust styles, new styles
Standin'
Yeah yeahh
Ohh
S.T.O.P the tease
So
If I say I want it by 10, I want it right now
Kiss me babe, all around the clock
Want you to take it
Savour all
the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it
Then leave them like, who done it?
Sucker duck, I do what I feel right now
When I spit the illest
what I don't know but I do know
That it's crucial, that we do so, pronto
I don't know how much long though
Momma, your son in the red hat, had
bare p but im still fed up
Know she into me but im still fed up, uh uh
Don't know whats wrong with me, no bitch can really make me happy
Even now I got
of a man that hustle up by any means
Cause what i feel i know is real no sympathy (Sup)
I'm just as dirty as crooked as the name be
Crooked letter p a i n
do is win
I make money in the pen I jossed and did a double ten
And I was laughin' at the judge like yeah I will be back
And I told Master P to pull
and the guap
Got moola and the guap
I got what need boy ya want it
That nigga price high, mine cheap so they love it
Do it big shake them off and these
'Cause all I just do is shine
Toast to the bang bang boogie
Cross crates to the drink from moi
S to the N, double O, P
Won't you put it in the air one
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