Lyrics:
Welcome to the torture chamber
Said the sign above the entrance
Laughing as it takes you by the hand
Looking like a maniac savage
Inside you
frontin'
Them trick ass marks'll get the eight-five dumpin'
It ain't really bout nothin' - Philly just love cuttin'
They shut shit down before the law start
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up
it soak in
Like seasoning
And tell them bitches blow me
Lance Stephenson
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth
blow you away
Yo, I don't really know but somebody said
That the O.G. flow, it could fuck witcha head
And the police know that the green black
about
We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)
Well it's like smack
got knocked down and my head was swimmin'
I wound up with the Dean of Women
Yippee
I'm a poet, and I know it
Hope I don't blow it
I'm gonna grow
look out, well clear the way, 'cause here we come
Stand by for a concussion
The men eat fire, sleep on nails and saw their wives in half
It seems
well clear the way, 'cause here we come
Stand by for a concussion
The men eat fire, sleep on nails and saw their wives in half
It seems to me there
I'm out in Florida, huh, blow that back, and blow that hun-
By the time my fit is on, cross the line, no border, huh
I gotta go fill me up (fill me
think I sprinkled when I tinkled
so, I dip in the sides there be a sweeter by the seater
cocoa powder, bubble-bath, and rubbing alcohol
for 5
great-grandmother invested her entire life's savings into my great-grandfather's dream. Her parents were furious, but she told them:
I'M GIVING IT ALL UP FOR LOVE
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an O.G. if yaint heard about me
I put four
Standing here by the highway side
Watching these trucks blow by
Inches from my face
Yeah, thinking 'bout the time I've wasted
And the pleasure we once
a dollar to get in and twenty-five cents a beer
They play rock and roll music like it hasn't been rocked for years
Well she's sexy and seventeen...
Meech
I'ma give it to you, how you want it?
In the jungle getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood
the bozack
Digging you hoes back, quick if I blow back
Got it, gone Rabbit
Fast ma daddy's Rabbit at home
What up pa (what up), what up Pac (what up), what
Standing here by the highway side
Watching these trucks blow by
Inches from my face
Yeah, thinking 'bout the time I've wasted
And the pleasure we once
When it's wash day in Piccardy
They're eating ice cream cones in Georgia
Sixteen and four makes thirty one.
Take eight from five and your day's work
feeling fine
It's jumping off at the 9.9
5th Ward in the house with the S.A. fools
Ain't no set tripping cause we all so cool
Drinking up the bottle,
anything
From the five and ten cent store,
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my
I wake up and got four or
Five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an OG if yaint heard about me
I put four or five
Punch line queen, no boxer though
Might pull up in a Porsche, no Boxster though
Tell a hater, "yo, don't you got cocks to blow?"
Tell them
Chainz voice, smoking that Wiz Khalifa
Pass to Waka Flocka, let me spit this ether
Yeah let me spit this ether
Yeah yeah yeah, 'til it blow the speaker
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