Lyrics:
feds had indicted
And my mother
Her nostrils wide
Too much of d-rugs left her hospitalized
We both was arrested
Stars of the block
Her by cardiac
Me by
school of fools
So come here, and look at my tools!
You can meet and greet the Glock 19 in your nostrils
I'll splatter your dreams
Plans to overthrow
ringers and pistol slingers with itchy fingers
Getting high on inhaling nigga smoke that lingers
Buck wild hostile we verbal barrels threw nostrils
My
they nostrils
Somethin' done made the youth hostile (hostile)
Maybe it's the fuel from the fossils
All I know is that the future is gettin' colossal
prettiest broads
I'm spittin the gospel
I hit my apostle's wit the coke that'll heal a sick
Soon as it get in they nostrils
Adios mios, bring the organs
nostrils turning red
I paid off my debts and I'm still getting checks
Pay attention, can't ignore every threat they sent (yeah)
I fucked most of these
from quick moisture
The aromatic finger drawn up to his nostril
Dazed after mutual masturbation
They zigzagged into a conservative end
Oh hush, my
Everything on everywhere
Did they devoted
Themselves on the dishes
My eyes and nostrils
Are distracted
Distraught and docile
Apples
Look like waffles
Waffles
your face
Yeah, bandana tied around the nozzle, pop pop!
The nozzle is the nostril of the Roscoe, pop pop!
Possibly I'm comin' across as hostile,
tied around the nozzle, pop pop!
The nozzle is the nostril of the Roscoe, pop pop!
Possibly I'm comin' across as hostile, you could be double-crossed
minutes ago, she had a small gut
One apostle, Cuban Link skit
Montana Medellin, blowing both nostrils
Stick up kids stay away, Shaolin is far from your
on your nostrils
You can take a picture or get it on your iPod
I'm goin hard body til there's no more room left
And you ain't ever seen nobody sittin thru
to the nostril hostile
Sick and I seek no cure speak nothing but the truth
The shit keeps ya boy so pew
Never will I sound like he is not be though
I'm on my
all red
You got the prune face mental case punch munch mug
Looks like you got a frown like a crazy clown wit mud fallin' down
You got mustard nostrils
And I'm shining check the clarity
Your bitch wanna get the dick but
This is not no charity
Bitches they be sharing me
Cocaine in her nostril
I be wearing
Kill ‘em
It’s what I hear when I get a hot feel
In my nostrils in my forehead
As I code red
You’ll be more dead than a horse head
In a four bed- room
We do it we do it
We do it yeah, yeah
Kill ‘em
That’s what I hear when I get a hot feel
In my nostrils in my forehead
As I code red you’d be more
a real nigga real
Bitches with the shit
Make your knees touch your nostrils
I'll lick it baby if it's sweet though
Just warmin' up before a deep throat
fragile
Step inside my castle, we blowing on that good dope
Put this in your nostril, baby, I got good blow
Fuck her, then I vanish, disappear like magic
the nettles
Last week three people came in
To be dignified and they all got stung
Lucy put a bean in her nostril, and Mr. Watkins said
Well, where there's
leave you wiv something you will regret
I'm fat and slim, chocolate skin
I'll punch you in your nostrils, I'll punch you in your chin
But I ain't mad
my left hand.
Those eyelids and this warm water floods my nostrils.
Neck deep, i cry high.
Together we sleep,
slouched discolored porcelain.
marijuana
{*inhales*}
[Outro: ??? (Timbo King)]
So High girl, Ohwee (Uh, good shit, good shit)
So High, So High, uh
(We got yo nostrils flaired smokin
a persuasive place
Especially when it's dark
She uncorked herself
Teeth spilling from her nostrils
Her handle inflated to fill
My hand just so
And in
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