Lyrics:
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in
a clown show
Witches in the st. bernard projects, downed a hoe
And it's sad cause niggaz claimin 3rd ward
9th ward and niggaz claimin 10th ward
All my
corner of your mouth
Let me caress you by the hips and take this talking down south
Pour me a glass of entendre; better make it double
Let me rock your
BLESSED THE LORD ALL DAY IN HIS OWN SPECIAL WAY
THE LEAVES OF FALL HAD HELD ONFOR AS LONG AS THEY COULD HOLD
AND EVEN AS THEY FELL I HELD MY DREAMS OF RED
But there you were down in row three
Holdin' some other baby tightly
I wished it all was a bad dream
Then I saw you kissin'
Boy you better listen up
a beat that's unique and, yes, I like my head zooming
And in my Continental, you know that shit's booming
With the diamond in the back, suicide doors
Woah, imma shapeshift into a thousand faces oh no, yeah
Imma teleport to a thousand places oh no
The wolves broke down the door, I’m falling through
spiral down
I took a look around and
On the pussy imma pound
And if she make a sound imma
Take her by her neck
I'm cracking all the muscles in her back
I lay low, den i spring like a jack-in-da-box,
One second i'm by da water, den i'm back on da block
VERSE 3:
Ayo picture me chillin, these guys
chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam Newtons in the Tahoe
And when we touch down everybody catchin' spirals
Dressed in all
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
Heat the gas to ignite that hate
We the by the fireplace
See the ash and revive that pain
Me and Shaggs gon' annihilate
Dilate, we cannibals, famished
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
I ain't even listen to this beat all the way through, I'ma make a song though
Going so up, I cannot come down,
Off of that shit, driving around town
wrong
Tryin to teach, and usin my song
along, with your wiggedy-wack
Stay back, get back, sit back down
and think about it, whenever you're dissin me
world so cold
They'll slime you out for no reason
Used to talk to my brother everyday
Then the police kicked down the door, and he went ghost
They took
to the fact
Yo I gain self-esteem by esteemable acts
Back wit the axe and slice tracks in half
Slice you down to particles
Yo shorty get the mask
Feel the bass
the city
Lil' Ya fa'sho just call me the Frank Nitty
Takin' no pity leavin' yo city destroyed
Bustin' down yo door to take your coke and all yo boy
Then I
you run far)
Would you stay by my side
Would you be down to ride
See my intentions are pure
(Intentions are pure)
See my intentions are true
(Intentions
Two thin headlights lead me down the road
Into a night that's black and icy cold
It's 3 am there's no other cars around
And this song inside my head
She picked my favourite song on the jukebox
Ordered Jack Daniels on ice
She shot a hundred million on the pinball table
All before opening her eyes
three full days
His co-pilot was awfully sick in the passenger seat
The truck broke down twice and his co-pilot was worryingly pale
He was on the best
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