Lyrics:
get inspired by the blunts too (too)
I'll front you, if you hang with a bunk crew (chump)
I roam the strip for bones to pick
When I find one, I'm
you like havin' people witchu
Getchu a hospital with bunk beds (ha ha ha)
Without Dr.Dre you would just make slow jams
Come up outta that witness
back
I'm gonna hit the G-spot when I get the jeans off
Press on the gas and then I ease off
Kiss on your neck, there you go, ease off
Back so big,
of the rocket we on the brink
And blast off it's fight music
I'm like Ike Quartey in his prime
Critics don't rhyme, I let the hype prove it
Fuck your deal in
reindeer, we go sleddin'
Slip and slide take you to my house, trick daddy
Drunk like a unc' off the skunk in my bunk
On the bus eating lunch met her once,
Was this in them trees
These are the things
They held me vision
Seein' more things
Me and DJ Paul
We got the hook off
We gon' stee
We gon' play
today
I be off the drugs they ask me if I wanna die today
I was with my bitch, I asked her if she wanna die today
Goddam, I'm still going through a lot
Break it down baby hands sticky off Taffy yeah
Lambo in lemon the Taxi yeah
Drip with the fit and we splashy yeah
She want it badly yeah
Baby you just
nigga when he ran up
Please pick your mans off the floor he too xaned up
My bitch ride with a dick Transgender
Walked in the Mf party with my hands up
Bad
Sat up too quick
On the top bunk of my bed
That's when I hit my fucking forehead
It was real slick
I blacked out for a second
When I came to my nose
she not around
I had some people just looking me down
Now I got people just looking me up
Nah I didn't do this shit off of no luck
Gotta stay up yea I'm
toilet
Wit a fucking bunk, cocaine had him way up
Dumb hoes had him throwed off, laid up turning phones off, missing
Money when it do call, snorting coke
stack the bankroll like bunk beds
Made a couple plays in Hempstead
And a nine to five yea that's cool
But I'll rather get rich off of gas packs
You can
one
Money on his dome like a top bunk
I can do that shit myself I'll pop one
And I know you know you don't really want smoke
With the demon cause that
Come turn our lights off
We promise to be brave
All premonitions left awake
Untie these arms, I'm
Drawing only blanks
Hum, lie down, play it safe
got me some keys but don't got a door!
I eat Mickey D's right off of the floor
Outside of the store in the parking lot
So if you're white (Throw) some
where the
Ruler at? Cut them
Niggas off ’fore they do you bad (aye)
Get the clip load up, never ever fold up
Now it's time to go up
Pussy nigga you a hoe
want that late night
Gas with no brake light crash
In the daylight, I see it in your face
You don't want that blood sweat tears
And a bunk bed peers
No
Ohhh shaaawty
Hear ur voice inside my head
Hate it when ur eyes red
I just like my cup red
Money stack like bunk beds
Big ole spikes on me chrome
I
yeah it's time to blast off
Angels around me like my name is Jah
Angle the camera to capture these shots
Came from cots, splitting top bunks and twins
Parachute ratty. One bunk chord, now the air is scooped badly. Dripping out the sticks like a twig tweed hammock. Miter cut the cables for that
can't see through this cloud
Wish I could say these bunk Samaritans boogied to make you proud
Spawned a thousand grand objects dot daughters
But
on a three-ringed prong ancient elephant tusk
Bitter, at fully (break bread!) you shruggin' it off
Keep it electric, sure, But NY Electra's not about electric wars
and hold
Your nuts while you gunnin' i listened
Tatted the sentence on my dick last summer
Now I'll never get that phrase off my brain
It's no wonder
I'm
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