Lyrics:
bullshit, BINO's on the verbal assault
Yea It's too late to be cool this time you took it way too far
I don't wanna deal with this rather be hit by a car
called family that he had
Left him all by himself
See where that love get you?
It get you hurt
They don't really love you
Till they know yo body in
some kind a pet
And yo wit it Cocoa, did you forget?
There's a killer on the loose, nickname Green River
Creative with the knife and a young girl's liver
really want you by my side
Tell me why you got me feeling hella confused
Cause every night when I'm dreaming you know I think about you
I don't know why
on a player's name
When I grab my mic I'm the one man crew
Talking bout me, wouldn't think about you
When you heard Too $hort came to town
You never would've
feel it in the air now.
The tension strong
Getting that bag is all they care about
Fuck goin home
This shit is urgent they gone clear'em out
And then
Bitch I'm rollin in the cut
When I'm beatin down yo block
Make sure I keep dat gat cocked
Don't get rock
You runnin up
I'm gunnin up
In kitchen
Bitch for you niggas too cuz y'all been punk-ass hos
Chatting and gossiping about things you don't even know
But it's easy to sit on yo ass and not work I
holding ma trigger leave em like potatos mash
Fast relapse wit the clippers
We gon let it clash call me reaper
The disembodied body within u I am yo teacher
it with doubt
Bite yo I tongue while it's still in ya mouth
This your show but this is my house
Coulda had doe but he rather have clout
Coulda used
(I call this shit Chevy's intro)
(Clear)
Who think they the greatest of all time if I'm not
Who all these lazy niggas that made it on my watch (Fuck
taking control
We're so sick of pop music, we're about to explode
Our passion got a grip, it's our soul that we spit
It's time to start a revolution with
a crazy nerd, if it ain't about paper pardon my aggression
You know if we no dey the studio then we IP addressing
Pass me directions, word to my folks
getting girls pregnant, why you think they traffic with the condom, people hate Babies on the plane mang, grab my shit motherfucker and get my metal
Yuppies
masked by the business man
Silencers on the hammer got it sounding like percussions from Timberland
We got a problem I'm sending em in
I get to waiving
to get mine
Spit about it in rhymes now the hustle combined
Pop I'm killin' these bitches I done stayed on my grind
Motivated by money and puttin' on time
to get mine
Spit about it in rhymes now the hustle combined
Pop I'm killin' these bitches I done stayed on my grind
Motivated by money and puttin' on time
a WindChime
Motorboat that booty then stop it on a dime
Pussy so good a nigga nut about 4 times
On the dick she do it to it
Wobble up and down
She say she got
Through the violence roll
It's exploited by the wicked for business
They don't care and the music
I witnessed on how they rather abuse it.
So, Yo
We used
Hey, yo, what up, B? What's crackin', T
How's it goin', player
Lookin' all down
Damn, man, I'm just thinkin' about my girl
Is that right
It's funny,
the skill to bust a dope rhyme
All my homies died or caught the penzo
Lost their diamonds, cops towed their Benzos
Livin that life that we thought was it
now girl look at you
2000 on me I stay icy you know that it's true
Don't be mad I made this song about you I don't play by the rules
You be lying on me
everything get ill
Robbing bitches dayly
Running in yo house
We Shooting
Board day
But don't give afuck
How it is
As long as I make a dollar
Then you know
And the only thing can help
Is ass and some titties
So what's up baby? I said what's up?
I had a long day and I really wanna fuck
See I ain't tryna think
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