Lyrics:
to thank, most of y'all is weak
Shouldn't even speak, keepin' a hunnid
Lour woman a freak, by the way you talking
Up in your songs, she be wearin' thongs
the Range, don't fuck with the Benz
Makeup on point, everything blend
I'm good by myself, I don't need me no friends (fuck y'all)
They gon' be rappin' this
times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with
times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with
a thong stripping to songs
It'll have a bitch in a porn getting shitted on
I want so much money I could get any girl to sit on my schlong
But I've been
getting' fucked with a stick
Drama with me, son, your baby momma will be
Found in the woods, hangin' by her thong from a tree
You spit my life and want
smoke you and your bitch moms I'm ambidextrous the microphone could switch palms
Immortal Technique psychotic nigga to spit calm
Misinterpreted by
nigga spawnin'
>From the trenches
The stench is unknown
I've been crawlin' like a two toed
Chameleon for so long
Writing these songs and ridin' these
in the stash, schemes to get cash
Tits I could flash, and a thong in my ass
Bitch go against me, I better think fast
How your bodyguards and your
verse, cuz the flow
so sick, you gonna need a nurse, put my name
in a song, your girl pull of her thong, i whip
my pipe out, she said my penis to long,
with my nikes on
She askin' who is that singin'
This is my song
Now come a lil closer that's a nice thong
Shortie always fiendin'
Always wantin' me
Little ciroc with the henny im gone
I met your girl and she gave me her thong
I see my people surrounded by fakes
Thats why im taking shots in every
own bottle
Cause we gon' party till the lights come on
And if the song stop, fuck it cause my mic still on
Man, don't see her face but I see her thong
thong
Watch how blow and get rich off a song
I was just baggin a zip in the morn
Now I get pounds like I live on a farm
Diamonds they sit on my wrist
on every song
Fantasies of seeing her in a thong
Don i wanted her to meet my johnson
There was a point we were vibing
It was So fun, so strong
So young, so
on
Cause established systems gonna keep that wall on
Tighten their war thong
Cause war is the piece that governments lease
To get peace within the population
A dern virtue, you learn first who can rap nigga
Stern curse you Ima burn circles 'till you turn purple, G'nap nigga
Mo and Tech wit' a killa song, in that
wrong,
Why is there so much pain portrayed by these artists as they make these songs,
Are we too far gone,
Are we at the threshold of the great beyond,
I
you to love me
I can make you love me by fucking you hard
Bitch wouldn’t date me if I didn’t have cars
But you can get fuck get out
And leave me
songs
Shorty in my room gotta switch thongs
She oversaturated
Her boxers sorta like the game in the box
They try to get rappers to allocate her
I opted
ích kỉ, anh nghĩ
Mà thôi bỏ đi.
Nếu em hỏi là “Nơi anh có lạnh không?”
Anh sẽ im lặng và trả lời bằng cách tặng em 1 nhành thông
Vậy cố gắng của anh,
hit my phone she need a new zone
She pay wat I say
Wan fuck 2 my songs
Feelin like marvin gaye lets get on
Old croation plug no phones
Rule #1 get it
the ends
And I said it with chest
She singing my lyrics with her chest
She knows my lyrics off by heart, yuh
And all my songs, huh
Where the fuck is your
to show me love (Love)
I know you like it rough (Rough)
Yeah let me drop this tip in yo thong off
Before the DJ gets to cutting this song off
I can go all
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