Lyrics:
Man, I've been riding through the country for a while now
Ain't nothing like home, but y'all make everywhere fell like home for me
Let's go
They
a tinkle
Don't need a bitch I ain't ready to mingle
Stomp on his face his tooth chipped like a Pringle
Jacket off white but it's fly like a seagull
could be the death of you
Never let someone who's not as smart as you gas you up
And tell you somethin' you never knew
Always stay professional
You
Yea, Yea
Let's go, let's bounce
Knowin' me I go smoke off an ounce
It's no secret equipped with the clouds
Hope y'all ready I'm holdin' it down
(whoa
collars off, while ridin' off
Float boat big boys, Oakland A's stashed away blades
Ventilation let the sharks, ani-maze
Somethin' sheist like, seven butcher
spend it and get it back
Boy don't try it I'm surrounded by 50 gats
I suggest you walk off with yo head while yo shit in tac
For life this real shit be
Gang
Mac, Q, Most Dope
Ok, we in NY right now
But um, let's get it
Ok baby here I go
Tip the waiter
Tip the vallet
Tap dancin' on these haters
Life is
controlling
Stomp a nigga like a rodent
My money tall yeah
Your money short Gary Coleman
Peep the vibes he moving iffy
So a nigga gotta' off em'
They never seen
Feeling like a bomb
When my stress blow up when
I just wanna bob
With my head go dumb no
I don't see the problem
I'm just too numb but
You the one who
Pretty as fuck and you bitches is not
Like fairly you bitches is odd
Like look at your hair like look at that fuck ass bob
Bitch a mess such a slob
really don't do it, do they?
So I'm doin' it for y'all
Marco or bust, I'ma ruin it for y'all
Stomp that, strap up, mash up
And get it crackin' with
in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob
a gun law
See me walking with a limp
That's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And it's no talkin' back when it go off
I'm strapped up,
'cause I dump rounds on 'em
Wear Bottega every day, I'm still gon' stomp on 'em (grrah, stepper)
Let me in the game, now I'm really a problem (Doe Beezy)
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
Let's go, uh
Niggas mad that I keep flexin' (Okay, they mad)
Told that bitch don't play with me 'cause I get disrespectful (Don't play wit me lil'
Torque Converter
A1 blaster, welder with the weapon, had a little fun with the bob gun stunner,
don't be scared, it's just a little frightening,
to have some fun
It's summer time so let's unwind and go out in the sun
I like when all the young ladies be off on the beach
Tryin' to creep 4-deep in them
get off your seat and rock to the beat
To the beat stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp your feet
To the Bomme, Bomme, Bomme, Bommerlunder beat
So check it out
rocked
I wanted something to drink and a bite to eat
A place to go party and rock to the beat
So when I turned the corner, to my surprise
I heard
something to drink and then stand on your head
Bommerlunder rock the living and rock the dead
So get off your feet and rock to the beat
To the beat stomp
not know who I is
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
Watch me stomp his ass out
Watch me jump his ass out
Watch me knock his
not know who I is
You might not know who I is
You might not know who I is
Watch me stomp his ass out
Watch me jump his ass out
Watch me knock his
Check
It's Dirty Devils and Edward Scissors
Like an equation, it figures
We're off the scale, but not sheddin' our skins like lizards
Too cold
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