Lyrics:
the team to bake
Then get baked that purple haze throws me back to better days
Spend the bag recuperate
Mask up your face rejuvenate
She be using pussy for
and she likes that A Child dead in her arms she takes a bite of his neck, and then chews it, pointing at me, blood dripping right down her chin, cocks her
me you down
When I come around
I came to spend some money
Show me you down
Im tryna hit that back of your throat
You so fine when you hit that stroke
everybody's got a problem and my
Job's to make them happy
(make them happy, yo)
You might see me walking my dumb dog Comet
Named after the powder we
Throw into
you want me, but you can't outlove me
Throw your arms around me, but you can't out touch me
Give all you got and nothing less
But girl, it still comes
There's no more affairs
No more fooling around
There's no more affairs
Are you gonna find out?
If I tremble in your arms
If I sigh through
Remember that one time I bit you on the arm
I'm just afraid of solitude of being alone
I want to be at your house right now
Make you stand by
crowded
back up chump better give me ten pases
gonna let you know who's runnin' this stage
it's Kid a dope crowd pleaser
been dancin' since my hightop
the gambling spot
Cracking jokes and drinking liquor
You still gotta hand me your watch
I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots
Razor on the plate,
psychotic, when possess by bodies
Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts
And touch everything inside you from
My head to my nuts
You got me sweatin' like
I got a job with the mob, makin G's
Doin' some pickups, deliveries and transportin' keys
Yeah, they got me like a flunky, money
I'm drivin' around
I got a job with the mob, makin G's
Doin' some pickups, deliveries and transportin' keys
Yeah, they got me like a flunky, money
I'm drivin' around
here's a book hope it become a best sell
He gonna end up on a stretcher then I'mma throw him in the well
I'm still in the parking lot
Watch the 171 go by
We're all chemicals, vitamins and minerals
Vicodin with inner tubes, wrapped around the arm
To see the vein like a chicken on the barn
Top cat
to the Corridor
Led me right beside ya
Swallowed by a red ravine
Water turned to Hennessey
Turned out from leather sheath
Blinded by its metal sheen
Coil
arms around your neck
Even from a mile away
I can spot 'em coming
Tried to save a life
But oh, nobody listens to me
Caught me by surprise this time
I
stroke by my ni-nuts, Papa getcha
Wi-wi-wi-witch if you hide the puta
Away from me then you can blow me, like a hookah
They know I'm a crowded prusta
You tried to leave but you staying around
I'm the best and now you saying it loud
I must confess I been praying about it
All your friends gonna say
There's no more affairs
No more fooling around
There's no more affairs
Are you going to find out?
If I tremble in your arms
If I sigh through
Yo, where the freaks at? Lookin' at me
You wanna see Black? Then jump on it
And to the chumps who think they might want it
I might spot your ride
Yo, where the freaks at? Lookin' at me
You wanna see Black? Then jump on it
And to the chumps who think they might want it
I might spot your ride
do it all for the gold
So you taking your final breath
The last person who tried forcing me?
He met death
You don't want smoke with him
Got weapons in
of dope with the
Pump by the doorway
True story, niggas'll shoot for me
But I ride out
You heard more than a few stories
I wild out, throw you off
Gassed Me Up Like Lungs Around 'Em Acid Fumes
Looking Through My Camera Zoom, For Opps That I Could Have Consumed
Broke Into the House of Rap N Saw Them
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