Lyrics:
the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I feed
bitches get the eighty-six
I keep hoes on five
Cus I'm fucking more pussy then the law allows
With my boy Too Short
See he quick to grab a bitch by
Kirkwood den you know that she pretty
She from Edgewood by American Deli
Flat shoals she give head in the city
Gresham road I call shawty lil cherry
the button
Now I’m punchin’ it
I’m crushin’ it
Always kept it on me
Shit ain't change
Bitch I’m bussin’ it
Niggas know the name
Ain't no call for introductions
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
Mmm, hmm, hmm, hmm (yeah)
I put hunnids in my pockets
(yeah) , that mean all my pockets fat (Fat)
I put pointers in the watch
(Why?) , that mean all my
the freaky bitches
Fuck 'em all day and fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
(I want a remix again, I think I want a remix again)
(Bad Boy, 98)
You
in the cabinet
For bad bitches who snort lines the fourth time
Cîroc white, blue dot, you should pour mine
East Coast fat boy, he be so
Old school whips wit the top dropped
Smokin exclusive reefer chiefin keepin fat chops
Hit a hunnid on the dash feel the wind chop
These sunny days
Ratchet ass bitch, fat ass and barrettes
I sit on the Act' with the racks in my hand
I guess I am rich 'cause
I bought some baguettes
I got the Molly, I
Ho$h, kykie kinders!
Ons gaan mos nou lekker naai, nè?
I got what you want boy, I got what you want
I got what you want boy, you never going
(It's all so pointless
You're just gonna lose) (Maxii)
Beat sound like a ice-cream truck
That went to Hell
At a wrestling show surrounded by
Fat
threw a pair of gloves
Wants to get her ass beat by a fat dyke
And left the muddy ass bitch there for the night
Woke her in the morning, threw her in
CDG
Yuhhhhhhhhhhh
Never call me broke
You can never call me lazy
Fat as fuck
Bitches still want my babies
Sicker than some rabies
Nobody can save me
a 'PTS'
You're so pretty
You're so pretty
With a big fat ass
Imma 'PT'
I'm a 'PT'
I'm a 'PTS'
You're so pretty
You're so pretty
With a big fat a ass
Imma
why I recognize
He's just a big bad bitch
I'm really bout to snitch
Can't you see he's so fat?
I'm in love with his dad
He's just a big bad bitch
I'll
cheap labor and fat profits by selling, to you
Before you say what I think, take a deeper look
Why are these people so poor that they need this work
No
rocket
Phony kickin' I can see it
Check that boy and then we poppin'
Aye he gon' work for that
She gon' twerk for that g-Star pockets fat
He gon' shoot
Boy, Fat Boy
And her friends the Rat-A-Tat, boy
Matter of fact boy, this is not a act boy
The player way, keep the player makin' stacks boy
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
hate but we swell them lips, mad cause we bout to take a playa trip
To the doc boy on the yacht boy, Big Shot boy fat knots boy
Keep up boy you too
only winning cause I went
In and didn't wait
Chillin' at the crib by the time
You get your shit straight
Live free, die fat
Rock shot to a kill screen
She is little, cruel and crushin'
Take your tool while you're
Fooled by blushin'
Mind your head stead of findin' Russians
Plums a professor, ladies
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