Lyrics:
when you isn't
I don't give a fuck about anything that is givin'
I be livin' in world, where there isn't any limits
If we just got beef, then we handle
Nosferatu Vampear bit my shit
Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit
So you gotta be thankfull to who?
By the way homie
Yea
Let me tell you something about life it
Is not just strife and when
Time is passing by you don't
Notice because you're having fun
But why that time
On god I go hard
If you say the wrong thing I'ma catch a charge
Keep a bag on deck with a stick in the car
If she talking good dick I'm the best by
feeling from
Yourself on the inside
There's so much upkeep on that
Shit so much upkeep on
A lie but at least everybody else is cool
With how you carry
I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin'-ass mom
Ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack
Weed laced with
your hood and I be right there
I blew my horn cause I don't knock
The only thing that's on my mind is fucking this bitch and putting her ass out
But
pull the fatty rolls apart, spring that shit out for ya
Yeah, that would help
Whoop, there it is!
Haha... What the fuck is that?
Play with the shit
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Maybe I'm just a machine
Lately, I just don't feel anything
This used to feel like a dream
Now I'm thrown out by
an opinion
That is out of line
With the status quo at least
You are allowed to be
Objectified by men and dress like a slut
But don’t own
Your sluttiness and do
to death with the butt of his rifle, and I think Nigel's in there
with his bare hands, but they're not getting the results that they might,
but it is
with passenger filled with my faithfuls
I don't think there's anything between me and my goals
As far as I know, this is all I know
I don't think
honey don't make a peep
In 2G it's only our word that we keep
You in the wrong place
You in the wrong time
You with the wrong someone
Smut Peddlers,
his way of doing a thing
Now we should attempt to do a tune that is very popular
It was written by one of the great young songwriters of today
Now I
what I'm sayin'?
True, true man, yo, man, who's your boy over there, man?
Oh that's my man from out of town
Oh word man? Yo what's up, man? My name is
what I'm sayin'?
True, true man, yo, man, who's your boy over there, man?
Oh that's my man from out of town
Oh word man? Yo what's up, man? My name is
Sent to do
Yeah
I won't pretend to be
Anything but energy
Positive and negative
Friends turn into frienemies
I know that heaven is mine
Without
You see me hangin' with them niggas like jock
And every single five mile, bitches gettin' popped
Well now I got a rep and they say I'm wrong
I beat
I'll be right by your side tonight
If you wearing panties taking 'em of, yeah
Imma do you wrong in the right way
Now, Imma do you wrong in the right
That's right bitch
[Some bitch:]
Right, the skinny one
My best friend John is supposed to be cousin's with you or something
[Monoxide Child:]
That's right bitch
[Some bitch:]
Right, the skinny one
My best friend John is supposed to be cousin's with you or something
[Monoxide Child:]
wrong
There's something wrong with me
There's something wrong, yeah, yes it is
She was grateful, lookin' for ways to repay me
No money, a donut,
is large it's becoming mega
But I'm really getting buff, call that Schwarzenegger
I'm not really bothered with all that chatting it's some nonsense
Do
and found with bad intentions
Stuck in the classroom all with wrong decisions
It takes a while to judge us by the things that we do unaware of the cause
We
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