Lyrics:
alcoholics
What you think about it fool "Nigga I can't call it"
Little kids run around wit' a nose full of buggers
Well my nigga's on the block sell that
don't purple stuff it
One day by the way I met little miss muffet
I blew my mind with the stuff that I taught her
I am the wanderer's wandering
UBU and I'll be me
That's the way it's supposed to be
We should be working together
Little girl with hopes and big dreams
Don't get swayed by those sex
to face with hisself
Will I live to see my little one grow to be a G
Like his daddy W from the dub S see (look at that)
I keep the guts to keep
Born Allah...
Sweet Daddy Grace...
The Supreme Being...
Love Allah...
Ill Boogie...
Rap is my bitch, but right now she got me pissed
Let
had my brain on Josie the whole time we stroked
Days go by and E is like, she wants to chill
[Eon]
Yo you got that leak?
[Cage]
No doubt. Let's lace
love my little She giving me trouble breathing again!
Chorous.
I'm talking bout She with a trouble mind...
Time's gonna deal with a trouble soul...
I'm
uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I seen you double multiply
Add these words for you and mama I
Will not fight for Salem, prophesize
Two big chunks
Welcome to the big show
The twisting of tendons, the pulling of strings
And I look down in my right hand
And I'm gripping tightly the end of my
intimidated by all the babies they have
Don't be embarrassed that all you've had is fun
Prioritize pleasure
Don't send those long paragraph texts
Stop it,
In the zim zimmer
Stretch out my hand molesting this trigger
HARGO production i love Mr WOT Entertainment
Crud!
Search and destroy, where's these
talking trash
Said I am the Naughty Santa by the way of the South Pole
And I'm here to love ya and soothe your simmering soul
He said I brought you
I'm that young and
The gangster love me and I've the trap drum and
Pull up at the field
Dabbing with the kids
Give them a little hope yeah now that's
Tried to enter the big U.S.
They didn't let me in, I guess
Told me that I had to go
I headed home, to Lake Ontario
I made it there a little bit
somebody flee flee
When me sit by di riverside feeling free
When me chat about situation with me brother
Still me living inna concrete jungle
Big up unu
(Chorus)
1, 2, 3 pigs knockin' at my do'
Tryna catch the big bad wolf, I blew they house down, BOOM
Bacon all over the room
Say hello to my little friend
I
Beat they ass and take they cash
And them project hoes I don't trust 'em
Niggas fall in love with them but everybody fuckin' 'em
I'm talkin' national
[ CHORUS ]
(If your girl starts acting up)
(If) (If your girl starts acting up)
(If your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend) --> Big
the funk
I'm representin for the Yay cause, ain't no love
For none of these pretty-boy ballers, they just some fake thugs, wit a Yay plug
We them niggaz
rocks, by my belt loop it's a Glock
All these bands you see me pop, you disrespect? Them feathers drop
I see you talking 'bout big money, boy, stop
we had to deal with
Because you love us so much
Now bless each and every one of us
Keep all of us
In your love and care
(CyHi)
Amen
From where
alcoholics
What you think about it fool "Nigga I can't call it"
Little kids run around wit' a nose full of buggers
Well my nigga's on the block sell that
than a bridge
Your dick look like a little kid's
My dick, large like the Chargers, the whole team
Your shit look like you fourteen
My dick, locked
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