Lyrics:
these inches
Before I had pursued the mission bro had me rethink my decision
Said I been out the game too long this bitch be out here really burning
a shower. I'll come out of the shower. There'd be 30 inches of snow in my living room. My wife's like, ""What are you doing?"" ""I'm salting down the kitchen.
Hit the way, went did 121
It's great to see my boys in gold-tone rims
Plus some fresh new blades, 20 inches
Now I'm smoking fire, on Nitto tires
Hit my
gotta do sit at the PC
Kick up my feet and deliver releases big talk fore i give em the beats
One take, he within inches of breathing but keep me a stick
spine
12 inches deep and you pull it out nine
Snot progress just redefining the crime
Progression can't happen till removing the tine
Bandage and manage
the game got my hand in her inches
Feel like I'm aurth come back for Redemption
No need for niggas who warming up Benches
Murder
Weak to you knees know you
to the fullest.
It's because this dick got me runnin up them bullets.
I know you hate my twenties so Imma get some more inches.
And Imma get some Ks and have you
giving her inches
My only goal is pleasing her body I'm on a mission
And I can dig in her deeper if she can handle the feeling
She say she want the D in
from consequences
I came inches to ending my life early
Cause nothing could ever soothe me from dealing with evil bullies
Dismissed from the advice to be
that thing like Beckham
Then it's to the head
Call me excedrin
When I bounce it back
Cause the erection
Then it's to the bed
Viewer discretion
6 inches
Dolce for the women
Shoe game vicious
Baby I'm just tryna kick it
Hair 30 inches
Lips look delicious
Ms nurse bae
But one day I'll call you
or not
I got 8 inches on me right now
You can get if you twerk it a lil
Our your face pretty
I'll suck on them titties
Then take my tongue down
Just
bucked up
With my lyrics inches deep, call it "shut the fuck up"
See what I did? All for the kids
Bought her a benz, offer the kids
Another way out
twenty inches
Or Caine and O-dog, stick up tape from menace
You tell 'em chicks if they must know my business
I'm tryin' girls out
Just tryin' girls out
(Duracell)
Mr. energizer, forever ready to make a mil'
Fuck that Cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it peel
I'm smokin' twenty inches of Parelli,
not
You's a hobbyist
Kangstaz in the lobby hear you hating
Then they squabblin
Yankin' on her inches
Baby lookin for a Bobby pin
Had to get the bread up
3 feet tall but then I grew up
To be 4,000 inches
Which is really like
2 feet but it's okay
Ding, ding, ding
Oh, hello customers to my pesto shop
makin' dey pension
We grind til we ride sittin' on 24 inches
My ghetto niggas and bitches know how to keep it hood
I keep it gutta I'm a gangsta you
And I made you a library
Of tiny books with spines two inches high
You didn't say too much, but your smile
Taught me how to quiet down my mind
But
Barely missing me
Millimeters and inches
If I'm finished
Then I'm finished
I can keep running
Or I can just end it
Fairwell father
Fairwell soldier
Either
feelings one moment
Then I'm finished
Cut them all off
Not much of a decision
Vibe like this
Know the block
He gone spin it
Thirty-two inches
When he hit it
sign
want to see if she was even worth my time
want to see if this bitch can work for mine
See if she could cock and bust my nine inches
This is for all
religion?
Yo your mask must be slipping through
The cracks in ya fingers
Blasted off inches and mashed under bridges
You're snapping your fingers and
Rapping
that you go raw
It's sad you claim she bad my nigga
Cuz when you passing maggots
It's gon be your fault
Heard you only got a couple inches
Counting
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