Lyrics:
bitch where is your heart
You mark
Watch niggas fall when I call they name
We outlaws hold your head niggas all the same
Except some who want more out
There's a party going on in here, for real
I got more product than Ron Popeil
So deal with that, troop, we're troopers
The only air time you get
of a 'Lac
With a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front
in plain simple slang, no jivin'
Fucking with me is more lethal than drinking and drivin'
Or try to figure the flow I deliver
Punk, it makes you
as big as the sun
How could she take care of all of us
And still drink more than anyone
Naja she was the only one
Naja Naja naja why'd you have to go
Now
goggles
plant here one more flower
show me one more vegetable
Dig into ground
chase it to the edge
pierce me by your lance of love
Dig up to sky
take me
M.A. Parks, C57797, you have a visitor
Right there, stall three
Hi baby.
Wassup honey?
Hey you know it's just only one more week until family
M.A. Parks, C57797, you have a visitor
Right there, stall three
Hi baby.
Wa**up honey?
Hey you know it's just only one more week until family
fucked up
Like a fucked up punk with a fucked up mouth
A nine inch nail, I'll get knocked the fuck out
Fucked up AIDS from fucked up sex
Fake-ass
TWEAKING
MAN ITS FUCKING MATH
YOU NIGGAS PUNKS
NOT TALM BOUT DAFT
TWITTER BEEF YOU TALM BOUT DRAFTS
BALLING HARD IM TALM BOUT DRAFT
CHEESE NIGGA IM TALM
the limelight
Of the fortunate ones
You're too weakened by the poison that they feed you
In the living lie, they don't believe you
Call to no one, trust in
corner next day, set up shop
And it's better than slangin' in the Valley
Triple the profit makin' more than I did in Cali
Breakin' off rocks like
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
duckin from?
Breathe
They come, passed the fight every fuckin one
Breathe
They some, punks bound to sell coke and guns
Breathe
Spray guns, life
a little bit of fun
You want to walk on up now to number one, huh
You ask me if I'd like to dine
Do you have enough courage
Have you had enough wine,
much more!
No bounty hunters allowed
Bring your punk ass up here looking for Cyndi Mayweather, and you might get hurt!
Woo! That's right, sisters,
Good morning, midnight. This is DJ Crash Crash, and I'm here at the Dark Park Metal Shoppe getting my chrome polished. Y'all here know why we're
anytime that I lace mine,
Light up the stage for the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9!
Homies on the yard never walk in
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah!
Everywhere I'm at, everywhere I go (Uh, uh)
I stay surrounded by hoes
Even when I'm tryna be on the low
I'm recognized by
Daft Punk were pretty good at it
And Justice for all is a no-go, no-go
I want the bottom end, the bottom end
I want the bottom end, the bottom end
Big
Don't tell me what I should be listening to
'Cause if I like it, I'll be screaming next to you
If it's a passion, I'll go wherever I choose
Punk rock
on a pint of yak
Hit em with a slap
Hit em with a clapback, harder, faster, stronger
You smoke like a skunk I'm still cranking out hits like I was Daft Punk
above the ground
Like Morales, I'ma swing by the sound
Might as well change my mind no more texts
Leave me falling down head to a new depth
I don't have
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