Lyrics:
jacket
Veins filled with mold body cold sobbing... drastic
More lethal than a seagul's swarm
Sunday morning
Outfit on
Trying not to get spit on by their
album
Pull my pants downward
I'll shit on you
I will shit on you I don't care who you are
I'll shit on you
I don't give a fuck about you or your
and
Straight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch
On his skit on his last album
Pull my pants downward
I'll shit on you
(I will shit on you, I
I don't give a shit
Put 'em on my feet
Grab my jacket, leave
Morning air, breathe
Finally feeling like me
Yea, finally feeling me
I might still miss
of Yelawolf's album, thank you (thank you)
I just wanna feed my daughter
You tryna stop the money to support her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the action
Clothes different
You caint fit in my jeans
Giving thottie bi***es nothing
Buddha pockets
Just to hold up the breesh
Gimme neck aint no discussion
Tailing
can't hack it now
The Billboard need a full metal jacket now
You see my face all day 'til it make you sick
I got a hand full of cards, you can take
staring at my team
You wishing that a nigga
Had looking so clean
Track jacket on my back
Looking mint green
Hanging off my ass
It's some konvict jeans
Your
racks in ya face
Everyone know that I'm paid
Everyone know that I'm paid
Woke up this morning got laid
She eat my dick like it's Lays
Money I'm counting
a place to ash
Stumbling toward the voices down the hall
They had thriller on the stereo, not the album, just the song
For two dancers all in white,
a place to ash
Stumbling toward the voices down the hall
They had Thriller on the stereo, not the album, just the song
For two dancers all in white,
You know what I'm saying it don't, it don't, it' don't
We don't charge by the hour man we charge by the, we charge by the job
And however quick I
music, songbooks or lyrics printed on album jackets.
don't need
Light the match and set the ending
Lock the door and take the key
You got to break out
My favorite white jacket
You've become
Locking me up
Ayee
Ahhh
I got fire on my
I got fire on my
Ahhhh
I got fire on my jacket
Ima spend a cool
Two hundred on the fashion
Ima jump up in the hellcat
I see your face everywhere that I go
Said I don't miss you but it start to show
Deep down I'm hurting
Distracted by working
My neck made of diamonds
can't hack it now
The Billboard need a full metal jacket now
You see my face all day 'til it make you sick
I got a hand full of cards, you can take
Imma king, call me Chris Webber
I ain't even know the bitch, my album cover on her header
I drive my car down the road, ya boy a bike peddler
Even tho my
never wore that army jacket?
Carhard to match it
Unlaced tims, the hood on my first album cover under plastic?
What if I was just another corny rapper?
Monologue shit at the end of the album but...
In the light of all the shit me and my nigga done been through past in a couple of...
Man like I feel it's
Featuring Twiztid
Homies yeah thats my dog
Homies cause were down by law
Homies everything that we are
Homies yeah thats my dog
Remix!
Let me ask
wanna say my name in a lyric
You make an album to show your talent
But instead
Ghetts made Freedom of Speech and said
My name every two minutes
Man wanna
harassing
Entranced by my jacket, phones in my face with they touchy hands
And I lost my balance, man I'm famished cause I'm fasting
Fast trippin on my laces,
cost of exhaustion
To salute the moon above paradise
Lost and you're a spectator, stringent
Inch by sacred inch shoveling coal
Into my earthworm soul
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