Lyrics:
Yeah, torture, motherfucker, what? (Torture, nigga, what?)
What?
I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin' tie you to a fuckin' bedpost
With your ass cheeks
something
Is wrong with you and I left that part open
To symbolize how you completely
Forgot who you are the moment
That car hit you amnesia is a motherfucker
let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin With
You fuckin with some killas
You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas
You fuckin with some killas
Yodi
I'm a thin it like a Tobe
The brick squad and the Dante Marv
Who the fuck it?
U ain't bout that life
So everything that growlin' a dollar you
for the big stacks
And the big act, now I got the big gat
Click clack, uh
Since day one, been in a ditch
Kin with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in
to champagne away
And dem only can buy Red Stripe
"I see you move" look now man, look look
"I see you move" i think it's time for it
Who dat from the chat with
Ayy, fuck you, man
Who put this thing together
Me
That's who
Who do I trust
Me
It's kosfinger, baby
Say hello to my lil friend
EVERBODY K I ain't
just gonna stay by myself
(No)
You gon slide? (No)
You gon ride? (No)
Ride or die? (No)
Who you find?
(No one, no one)
Really? No one?
Boy you fuckin
on some shit from day one
Spray guns at funny style niggas who actin gay son
Ruck made the paper, you could turn to page one
Butt-fuckin your chick
What?
I'm the AZN Prada G
Yeah
I pick too carefully who I keep around
My company
While I run a company
Geeked
Yeah
Fuck with me
Geeked
Yeah
tryna flip and
Drift with me that subliminal shit
Then bomb for you braggin' bitches
So prepare to get so so by some real Outlaw
(Well, I just heard some
phone along with my appetite
But I pull out a bag and have that for a high
The sun's comin up I stumble to run and
And as I tumble I see some people
Who
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I fuck with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin' bro
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
for the big stacks
And the big act, now I got the big gat
Click clack, uh
Since day one, been in a ditch
Kin with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in
with more wild flavors
Than motherfuckin' Now & Laters
And rappers I hit 'em well
They automatically go to Heaven fuckin' with
Me 'cause I give 'em Hell
try'na dig you a new ditch
Now I admit, that he rich, and that his money is good
Got my dicked sucked in his 'Six, I'm fuckin' on leather and wood
I
Hey yo, Pooh Man get your lyrics together
For this next song, man
Ant man, I gotta fire up this dank first
I ain't fuckin' with nothing till I hit
With his lady and some freaks at the bar
Who like fuckin' with a star
I told her
If you fuckin' with me
Really fuckin' with me
You go get some
of all this shit, rappers always kissin' ass
He said he fuckin on my bitch, uhh huh, who is that aye
Hey, bout as bad as Marv' Gaye
Bitch look bad, ass
ya name they'll trace ya
I know it's obvious but you'd be amazed at how easy it is
to be sloppy with this even the Mafia slips
[Chorus]
Dead Body
a conversation with about work without me gettin' mad
I'm workin' on it yo
To my father who'll never tell me about the disappointments and the struggles that this
ya
Partner, let me upgrade ya
I can do for you what Martin did for the people
Ran by the man, but the women keep the tempo
It's very seldom that
always wanna get a free high (get a free high, yeah)
So don't be fuckin' (don't be fuckin')
(Who took the roaches out my ashtray?) With the roaches in
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