Lyrics:
never quit tourin'
'Cause that's the way we eat here in this rap game
I'm fuckin' with your funky lil' rap name
I hear your music and I know that rap's
Sun Tsu by: QuinFlow
I destroyed myself so I can find a new level
No limitations in my circle while I'm stacking up medals
Don't give a fuck about
your voice it makes my skin crawl
Hope it doesn't show, on my face that I don't like you
I don't like you
Trust my word, I have tried
To ignore your
the time
Minutes turn to hours, hours into days
And as each one passes by it feels all the same
But the lights they go dark, Man In Black on the P.A.
Walk
turn chattel and kindness
They abuse it
If best friends really make great for enemies
You'd better heed warnings if that's
What it's finna be
In this
Bitch I ain't your fuckin' friend
I'll do your ass in
Yeah, I ain't ya fuckin' friend
You do your ass in nigga
(Laughter)
Three 6 mafia comin'
If you could would you please
Do me one favor huh
Give me your love, my muse
I'm tryna get rich
In your flavour huh
Body insane uh huh
Scatter my
the oven cant stand the heat
But Im here now boy better take out your shit
Im but to bang in this bitch on repeat
Wait hold up give me a minute
Kunfu
I'll make it juicy for you, shit
Marley, I be you
Shout out Too $hort
I'm goin' in
The Aphilliates, nigga
Holla at your boy
I got a bitch
they feeling our shit
So we hit 'em with the really crazy flow (crazy flow)
To let 'em know that we be hitting it fa' sho
Time goes by, in your life
melanin.
Late night you could see the show David Letterman, Satan knocking at the door people like let him in.
They're seduced by their women friend,
been on my mind
I just wanna get a little time
Can I get a little peace and quiet
Fast forward I ain't heard of Jack in a minute
Surrounded by fake
laced, be safe
My nigga's flew in from three states, cheap-skate
An elite eight, how street beef taste
Your papes right, face sliced, we ate
Cuz we'll
Straight shots, we don't want no chaser (no chaser)
No lame shit (no lame shit), straight player (straight player)
Pour a drink, put your hands in
to mention
Wait a minute wait
I can fix it
I think that I can fix it
Did you just spit in my face
I swear to god homie you’re gonna be missing
Screw that
fuckin toes off
And then spit 'em out back in your face
Fuck, wash your feet bitch
The world's famous Boogie Woogie Wu will come to you
Slumber
soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought
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
you're not five
And not four, three, or two, but one, girl
I'm hot now, wanna see what's under
The access easy in a sundress
Your accent's leaking
pictures, you in your nightgown
You was flexing on the gram
It's something slight, now
Can't describe
How you got me feeling like a nigga with a issue when
three minutes of your presence, I'd trade this track
But that ain't how it works in this dimension
Different set of rules, for you it was inception
planned
Let your senses guide , it a the only way to feel alive
Come with your energy
Energy
Launch a rocket with a faya,
Leave your jacket, step in my
promise to remember to bring you tea in the morning
To heed your warnings about when I'm about to cross the line
'Cause we've both been doing our best
And I promise to remember to bring you tea in the morning
To heed your warnings about when I'm about to cross the line
'Cause we've both been doing
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