Lyrics:
with bitches if they're not a hottie
I'll hang his ass by his fucking Punjabi
They label it a suicide in the autopsy
I'm feeling the pain so I pop a Roxy
Details of what they do with them i
Think it's terrible when anyone dies
Especially
If it is someone you know and love but what
Is more offensive is that
saying nothing cause you got nothing to say
I'm like that overgrown weed in the garden starting to harden
My brain is overflow'n locked in a cell but I
You don't want me to get over you
You just think I'm toxic
You think I'm trying control you
When we boot up off that roxy
you take my whole soul with
Recipe for queens, ain't no television screen
Not by any means
Not by any means
You spit fire in your sleep!
Wait, you saw all that?
Ya I get it, y'know
fruity loops on a decline
Till roses made me see logic in the feline
Her name is music, I jus want her to be mine
I play the asshole who don't care,
to the gang, my dawg might want her
I'ma keep this shit one hundred, yeah, y'all niggas not one hundred, yeah
She say boss up, so I drop the top on that
close
Yourself off from the power this could
Bring you we are all
Human we are all implicated by our fears
No one is being judged similarly
If you read
them bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you
Yeah
So shawty like to party
She do codeine and she pop Roxy
It's kinda ironic that shawty don't do the Molly
In other words little baby all you
crew
So what you do, is back up if you work for Bush
Cause all the Presidential prison pushin politicians
gotta get MUSHED, gimme back my land you
sex
Damn, I'm done with your pussy, I want your mouth next
Fucked her crazy, then I made her leave, that's get out sex
She like BBC, but I ain't talkin'
scotch
Let the haters kick rocks, my shit is tip-top
I never flip-flop
Why? 'Cause my soul too strong
Did this all on my own
'cause waiting took too long
of those who's in the zone
Pop a toast
Pop a toast for the Coast we by the Coast yeah
Live by the Coast yeah, oh yeah
And so the sun is up, the top is down
plastic heavy weighing, dawg
If it ain't music, or this money, I don't play at all
And she ain't either, so that means she doesn't weight at all
fucking
All I got left is some love this shit for Ny
It ain't no touching
I said racks in or racks out
All of my bruddas making cake don't try to act out
I
strands
Percocet and Roxy's imma pop em by the milligram
I can show you how I got it on the block being the middle man
I can show you how to hit a nigga too
shaking it?
Look this is my dumb...
It's not my number one...
It's what the game's become...
All you need's a very nice beat
With a clap on 2 and 4
And you
She callin' me daddy, I'm callin' her mommy
She wet like water, I ain't talkin' Dasani
You a leech, nigga get from beside me
Get head from my head,
Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music
With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level
truth
Bitch I stay at da top like a roof
I got it maid like I got on suit
Heard dem boys tryna play what you niggas gon do
Yea SO I'm not scared of these
request is granted (aah)
Head all slanted, (uhh) the gym has planted
(So what you tellin me you're too smooth to pop?)
If it pops should I stop 'fore it
swings i been through pain but ian pill popping
Ima do me ion give a fuck bout how they feel bout i
10's 5's 30's yea we got real roxys
727 YK ZO they all
they make a list? Tellin' you what is dope
Tellin' you was it, but never let they mother jump
Pardon the flow but consistence controlling many souls
I
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