Lyrics:
Girl wan' test me
I aint free till next week
I called up Home Depot
Said they miss they h-
Garden tool
You a goofy fool
I was goofy too
Till i took
to lose so ima up the score
No garden tools but these niggas hoes
Heard a nigga said he want get back with me he got the wrong plan somebody let em' know
to a dime
Her name is a slur
Garden tool in my eyes
Use her for my climax
Gives me what I need
Gave her dope pipe
She can't help it she a fiend
Now clap that
collateral
Fantastic
All the moments that I made was fucking radical
I'm all for peace but lost you if you acting like a garden tool
And don't be coming back
off and step on the receipt 'fore I foot the bill
Listen, garden tool, don't make me introduce you to my power tool
You know the fucking drill
How
warnin' you, we on the move
Bunch of female dogs and garden tools
That's bitches and hoes, hospital full, sick of my flow
Hip-hop was washed up so I
from her kinfolks
Momma and her aunties was freaks
Kryptonite pussy got you weak
[Chorus]
Uh-huh, oh!
Some of these bitches is garden tools
good morning, dude, Eagle Street corner Tune
Long dough, no short bread, no Lorna Doon
I'm warning you
We on the move
Bunch of female dogs and garden
if you look real close, I even got your garden tool
Push your way up to the front and shake your motherfuckin' 'do loose
(Loose)
C'mon everybody,
give me the lie) on the bet
But the fact is she deals with fools
That see women as garden tools
Never treated them cool
She said that suckers
McShane
Cut my throat with a garden tool
And if I ever end up like Bono
Slit my throat with a kitchen knife
Ah! passable!
A past gone mad!
Ah!
if you look real close, I even got your garden tool
Push your way up to the front and shake your motherfuckin' 'do loose
(Loose)
C'mon everybody,
teased so many
She was known as a garden tool
No more, I dispatched
Was it Jimmy had met his match?
Or could it be the realization
All girls owned
the Ruler paid in full
I'm cooler than your cooler, got these hoes, now where's my garden tool
Fuck 'em all, all them fuck with the Future
I back with
and hide, run and hide, run and hide
I found you in the garden with all the tools from the shed
There was a lady bug on your arm
No I didn't mean it no harm
to be heartless
Break the window out the Lincoln, and screwdriver-start this
Muggin' people, droppin' on 'em from street lights
Stab 'em with garden tools
Leave the secret talks on the trundle bed
Leave the garden tools in the rusted shed
Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today
Leave
and sage
Gold plated garden tools
Sunlamps and it's all the rage
Stay low to the ground or they'll sniff you out
You never know what you will find
of garden tools.
But what about that other life,
'cause this is more an afterlife
Seducing you each night and day
You're never gonna break away
Look
condo
If I never blow again it'll be too soon
Won't ever touch another garden tool
I'll sip Margueritas by the swimming pool
There will be one less seed
with this hoe, Not a garden tool
You can buy the drakey right now, But it's kinda used
At the Cosmo, Me and Wanda, We having a few
Niggas like Timmy
to go?
There's hoes in here like garden tools
They shakin' ass and showin' titties
Shake that ass, girl, show them titties
Got me horny, I'm tryna hit it
save it for show
You're the neighborhood garden tool
And everybody knows ("I ain't no hoe!")
That Aire got flows, niggaz'll
Bite styles til they got no
your head with bravery
Make your heart sincere
Don't need to hold a gun
Once you let go of fear
Oh oh oh
I beat by guns into garden tools
Gonna grow
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