Lyrics:
see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble bussin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
There's gonna be a rumble
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out
was your man, boo
We could go to San Drew, by the sand, boo
Blow 100 grand and get a tan too
I'm a mack, girl, holla back girl
My stroke game put
he did ride,
As the screams of little Omie went down by his side.
T'was on a Thursday morning, the rain was pouring down,
When the people searched for
a pothole
I'm a need that money by tomorrow
Bang
I fuck who I want, and fuck who I don't
I'm securing the bag while you posting a post
Niggas be talking
see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
mind is iller?
Sicker than I ever been with God is my witness
Still goin' for the prize so I'm bound to win it
I don't do a lot of talkin' boy I'd rather
slippers on two foot
I can walk on my hands too
Yeah boy I know wanna buy me a drink
You, you don't know shit about me
I'm a pimp, 24-7 on gin
You
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out
Drew wide my mouth to sing
Now here's my summertime boy
On the street by the beach
I know sooner or later he'll slip out to sea
But oh my God
How he
made, she'd hit by trade
Amassing kills, she proved her skills
Make your blood run cold
I once saw texas at a bar
Sippin rye, with some apple pie
With
never safe
Yea
See this is therapeutic
Never sold drugs had to live thru it
Wish I drew shit
Paint a picture of my life
Family fights and how it got
Ayy, my folks sellin' that boy and girl, what's that? Bobby and Whitney
Ayy, spin on the opps in the Hemi
Ayy, nigga want smoke, got chimneys
Ayy, my
Heard them boys bought a real benz truck
Hard to keep in faith when I'm having bad luck
Real slick mouth with a real soft touch
Got too geeked in
SKINNY GOTTA EAT
By Alexander Spit
Skinny gotta eat
I gotta grub
Me and lil bruh
Slurp noodles
Out the cup
Burnt tongues
And burnt pupils
From
dress, tucked in your closet
You wait forever to wear it you wear it
You keep the boys out, by talking tough
You don't give a fuck
And you drew a fine
suffering
But to mom, that wasn't apparent
She'd rather moan and whine
Drowning in some wine
The red of it drew me in, Mr. Officer I told you
She was sick
young niggas balling
Drew League
Lights camera action
Step in this bitch make a movie
Posted with demons
They knocking you off for a quarter P
Throwing
Little boy, down by the way station Dreamin' about the sunshine
The muck and grime, the smell of lye Dreamin' about the sun
I've been dreamin' about
slippers on two foot
I can walk on my hands too
Yeah boy I know wanna buy me a drink
You, you don't know shit about me
I'm a pimp, 24-7 on gin
You
slippers on two foot
I can walk on my hands too
Yeah boy I know wanna buy me a drink
You, you don't know shit about me
I'm a pimp, 24-7 on gin
You
slippers on two foot
I can walk on my hands too
Yeah boy I know wanna buy me a drink
You, you don't know shit about me
I'm a pimp, 24-7 on gin
You
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