Lyrics:
are GONNA STOP MAKING ALL THIS MONEY?!
Verse One: Styles Paniro
I lick shots at intruders
Take the coke money and invest in computers
Tryin' to reach
I'm sorry
Back then they tried to put me in special ed
Now I'm up now I'm getting special head
Hang on
My dick engraved in that lil bitch heart
(I know
relationships
So none of ya'll know how to talk to a girl if it came to it
Teasing me, saying I'm manipulating women?
I still get my dick sucked by every chick
dick ew you're swallowing poo
You got fucked by Tommo and Johnno and Joe and Nicholas
It's so ridiculous I bet you have loads of syphilis
I hate when you
on Track ma nigga and you are a Witness
The one thing thing that I appreciate Right now I'm surrounded by greatness
I could never really care what you Gotta
hand at this rap thing's messy
The Monkey got me in my cups
I know that things are looking up
No label but, I'm still the creator, still in control
So
to learn how to make beats
Cause the only thing I was actually beating was my meat
In my room binging family strokes on repeat
Had it Bluetoothed onto
that rep colors is doing the same thing
Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)
Couple of IV's with
the only ones I smoke are the loose leaf
Not high, but I'm your highness (what?)
And secretly, you're my dick (ha)
But you haters are butthurt (ow), bunch
the only ones I smoke are the loose leaf
Not high, but I'm your highness (what?)
And secretly, you're my dick (ha)
But you haters are butthurt (ow), bunch
Where the fuck are they from ffffff Flint town
My name is Ira Dorsey
Let my name be known
I'm the man thats killin bitches
Leaving stitches in nigga's
the jungle, turn you to spaghetti
Nigga be acting like they are so real
I pull out that chopper let 'em
Niggas see how it feel
Sippin' on actavis, you know how
backflip for you
You playin' God
Your eye sockets she gon' rip into
We sick of bleeding now the
Trey spray and victim you
Done dyin', Phillip AK Dick in you
It's all about me in the place to be
Niggas thing they all that, yo, that shit is G
Mad game and it's a motherfucking shame
How many enemies want
Motolla
Momma always told me "you're one in a million"
Always watch your back, never tangle with Haitian Sicilians
Now I got a record deal "how does it
the healing away (Take the healing away)
She got love in her veins, you can tell by her grip (You can tell by her grip)
Tears not the only thing in her body
Straight from the curb
To the suburb
In the black suburb
Plucking birds, getting served
Y'all ain't never learned
How this world turn
Thought it was over,
love
I'm giving you this dick
Ay baby what's up
Baby what's up
Girl You fine and you thick
Yea you fine and you thick
How you doing lil mama
Could you
Bring in Blowjob Betty
Now we got it poppin' low
Hit then I stop and go
Film it record it
in high definition though
I got my dick by your ear
Do you
the answer
To the United States economy and a cure for cancer?"
I said, what are you doin in the White House if you're not sellin cocaine?
Ask your wife,
That's how people get hurt, and we both do dirt
Now we could put this all behind us and make things work
Or I could get behind you cause I like that skirt
and float with them angels
Story of my life
Got that money on my mind
All my niggas feel these lines
How do we survive these times
I got me a thing that's in
wind wind me up.
Wind me up, sex toy
Wind wind wind me up.
Wind me up, sex toy
Oh how you do it
Things you do, it feels so good to me!
Every time were
it as fact and pay homage
The laws of man have no authority in Heaven
We worship the rich cuz the majority are peasants
The best weapon is a mind that
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