Lyrics:
pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
Yo, it's on nigga for the long nigga
Who's balls up on the thighs like ping pong
Go go go go
Go go go go
Go go go go
Go go go go
Let's do this man
In Room 311
A lot of Shiz happens
Go go
Go go
Yeah Yeah
I used to search for
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (yeah)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (Bugzy Malone)
If you live by the gun, die by
you expect, it's the reemergence
Loosin ya neck, shorty get to jerkin'
You rockin with the best, and that's for certain
It's almost like your ears are
I'll grab her by the pussy
I don't really care of it smell like badussy
Beat that thang up like a snare in that pussy
When I finish woo Ric Flair in
the trigger
Die by the trigger
Die by the trigger
I smell pussy (you a pussy ass nigga)
I smell pussy (you a pussy ass nigga)
I smell pussy (cause you a pussy
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
of chocolates
Come at me
Forrest Gump had a lot goin' for him
Never without pussy
Y'know, Jenny almost gave it all up for him
Never even pushed for the pussy
Smif-N-Wessun (right)
Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun
Every day, life's a struggle for me
Dyckman, she Dominican
Grimey savage, that's what we are (we are)
Grimey shooters dressed in G-Star (star)
GS9, I go so hard (hard)
But GS for my gun
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
Paparazzi got me on the run run run
I been under cover, hideout for the summer
Camera ready shoot me like a gun gun gun (wait a minute)
Got me on the run run
the Kay, knock'em out of his shoes
We finna up the score
Pussy nigga play, pussy nigga get blues'ed
I been riding round all day with the tool
I'm finna put
the Kay, knock'em out of his shoes
We finna up the score
Pussy nigga play, pussy nigga get blues'ed
I been riding round all day with the tool
I'm finna put
chouette!
I kick nonsense in French, tasty like Crepe Suzette
I bet you're feeling famished for a 311 sandwich Not the whack DJ's that I'm a damage
I like
or Cherrywood smoke
She took a chance and spread it for a Nebraska dollar
She had a whole speakeasy behind those meat curtains
The pussy has its own time
Mama's cry on the strength of my gun
You heard me?
Ride on the strength of my gun, you heard me?
You heard me, you heard me
Now I got a love Jones for
you'll get more shit done
Too much pussy over here to be choosin' just one, they say you live by it, you'll die by it and I die by the gun
Too much pussy
You heard I got open and third eye pussy
For god the love the rollee gave em my pussy
Chorus
Verse 3: Strings
These are the two things that make
looking for? (Mid) Yeah. (Clerk) Are you over the age of 18? (Mid) What the fuck? Over the age of 18? You gotta be fucking kidding me (Clerk) Im sorry, You
An MC with bad habit's I am, I see
A mic and I grab it, so scary, ain't it?
I'm comin' raw with no corrections
Savin' all perfections for what I
Do with
What more are you lookin for
What more are you askin
Im just tryna have you dashin in this ashton
Splashin in this passion
Lovin my romancin
Shawty soo
fuck that "Sorry for your loss" shit
My sister died in vain, but what point are you trying to gain
If you can't fit the pumps I walk in?
I'll wait
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