Lyrics:
some way my hitters nod away
You damn near caught a Charlie-horse to make your dick stay in the hole
Oh we fuckin now pumping like all my pow
Ass up
rest, time to test
Found it at the water hole
I gotta go
I'll be drunk by tomorrow on a plane
Yeah I'll be drunk by tomorrow on a plane
So baby run run
there you are across from me
shooting like a star and fading
into the black hole of misery
with no complaining
I’m blown away by everything
I’m
Vivisections performed by Gillette
And Unilever walmart moves in to monopolize
And rape communities
Nestle is responsible for third-world deaths
From baby bottle
on your tracks I know that you pussy you is not a g
Yeah I can really see yeah what you really be just by how you moving
R a e d u double b bitch you a dubb
didn't feel safe, didn't feel loved
So adult me started to be on the bottle
Trying to numb it all trying to fill this hole
Threw it all away
Everything
that be drinkin' out the bottle The ones you don't think have problems
Bet them hoes, they'll got the most problems And nope, I ain't sayin' I'm Mr.
And the view is so beautiful
All the way down
When I was a little boy
Suckin' juice from a bottle
Believing my perceptions were oh so real
But I don't
up the holes, the blood is gushing a lot
Put on my brass knuckles, hit you wit a jab or two
Now I'm sent to stab a dude, turn him into magget food
packs on the
Daily, just call them the Brady's
They ready to throw
'42 bottles, the models is kissing
I'm grabbing her ponytail, making her choke
Trap
every last one of 'em
It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go
Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't flow
I better meal my deal, my
to stick a Faygo bottle in her neden hole
I twist ya and turn ya, just to shake it up
Pop off the lid now it's shooting out her butt
I stuck her with my wang
on a mission, you see
There's money that I'm missin'
I got 'em posted
Told 'em "Move and I'ma murder y'all"
You and all the trouble goin'
Through by servin' y'all
Crips, all the thugs up north in the hole
They all wanna know
[Sisqo]
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, ha)
How
wounds, bubble teaspoons
Powder is the ?, yeah, bottle is the mind
When I spit, why'all become fiends to me
Crack costs MONEY, but the fee is free
the fortunate one, who dies
New York, we ready
He moved from LES to SoHo
A few blocks for those who don't know
Down the hall punched a hole in the wall
Bounced
dollars
I load the clip into the smith and flip 'em
All these bottles
Money grow on trees, I'm living in the forest
How you feel about these niggas? Man
The kind of music you play scares people. Why shouldn't people be scared by you?
Vinnie scream fuck the world like Shakur
Y'all ain't never
Ten past the hour
Im picking flowers
Child head by the side of the road
Run away from texas
Broke down in ur daddy's lexus
Now ive got nowhere
kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy
Married to Marijuana with that drama you can miss me
Fifty-fifty I'm a playa, slash money maker by nature
I get that
crumpled wax-paper bonnets, fat goose legs 'n special jellies
Ignited by the warmth of the room
The old fart smelled this through his important breather
crumpled wax-paper bonnets, fat goose legs 'n special jellies
Ignited by the warmth of the room
The old fart smelled this through his important breather
calm when
I'm about to split your arm in
Put a hole so big in your noggin
That if you God body, you can fit the whole sun, moon and star in
You starvin'
tryna put me in a hole
This is for you talking all the shit I ain't forget (ohh)
This is for the bitches tryna throw down on my rap
This is for
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