Lyrics:
a present for a hater
I just wanna slay her you just want to savor
Well good come and get her
Let me get back to my paper
Straight from harlem with
a sword
I could get ya fam killed just off my word that's the proper Art of War
Stay wit the Parker and the Porsche
I don't trust a soul cause niggaz
the war
Where butterflies keep dyin' (ah)
I'm a product of Parker, Lewis and Kubiak
If didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's
tipsy
Telly on packing tubs like dipsy some man are off the yeyo off the laa laa
Laugh and charge the zaza
Mary Jane in cling wrapped like Peter Parker
on the Cheetos
Don't think that I lost my touch by much
I just been chillin' at the bank like aye!
Show me to the safe
Had to get my papers straight
Now I'm
Gotta get back to the place
Where I feel the warmth on my face
I won’t forget the times
Of darkness and lies
Love was lost by hurtful ways
I don’t
nigga
Pull the Lambo in that Amy Ruth's, they know me in there
Gimme that corner table in the back
Let me get that fried chicken
That cornbread come
jabs
Took 'em out your corndog books and notepads
I get it, you Got Rich robbin' those in the industry
Bite off this one, steal from your enemy
Never
Damn
Ms.Parker finer then a motherfucker
Damn
I knocked the dust off that pussy
Hi Ms. Parker
Hi Boys
When you gonna let me fuck Ms. Parker
Where it
passers by
It's too late they've done the damage
Didn't wanna be a TV cabbage
Don't be a no-life , get off your ass
(ft. Herrer Sára)
Let's find some splendid place to get lost,
travel to search for new vibes to take you home!
Throw off your burdens set
can't let you run my life, so don't even fuckin' try, yeah
Nobody do it better, this pussy get wetter
I go and shoot my shot, this like I'm shootin'
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
What's on yo mind
Can I take it off
Let's get away
Let's go get lost
I'm 10 steps ahead
I know how this go
With U at my side
I can't take a Loss
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
and it held it up off me, really, it held it
Up off me. So that's one time it saved my life.
The way, the way I came by the name of Lucille, I was
Outlawz, takin' off their draws, niggas
Yo' we 'bout to check it out
What does it take to shake and bake nowadays?
Niggas in crime, get made 'cause it pays
brain, brain like trivia
I got a black bitch and a red bitch
I call them hoes Aunt Vivian, uh
Chopper knock your face off
Black shades, Ray Charles
I
pimp this gift
That only I possess
I illustrated that way to get the shit off my chest
I'm ghetto raise to amaze the crowd, it's quite simple
Km.G
J.R., come and get down with J.R.
He was always in the right place at the right time
Had a lifeline
Wiser than 95% of the sci-fi
Four doors and his
to hell with cigarettes
But anyway, let's get back to this skit
You know who the fuck I am, so git off that ol' bull-
Shucks! Lunchtime was up fuck!
Let
lil' bitch, get off my dick (let's go)
Get off my- 'lil bitch, lil' bitch, get off my dick (let's go)
I might be OG Sick, I might be OG Sick (I might
riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by
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