Lyrics:
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
Baghdad
Come through with a black flag and Supreme Vans, the Half Cabs
Bitches on that Pad-ad, fuck her with her fat ass
I get-gets my dick licked, my
to Merrill Lynch
While others ride the bench
We come through in the clench
You never see us flinch
Your cheese come in increments
Mine come 'til I'm drenched
ain't never, yeah
What you mean by yay, talkin' sellin' crack
Embalming fluid runs through Montana
Thinking going back and peddle weight
Pills that
Hate me love me I still remain straighttopgas
It's me Vs Me, I no come here to cap, everyone
Has been through a lot.
Hate me all you want hate me
turn to French toast
I just let my money talk for me I don’t even gotta do a boast
I barely gotta handle my business
Y’all still be all on the simp shit
Such a fucking has been
You can catch me speeding
Running away from what I have been
I only speak through action
If I speak I'm acting
I really do
or are you speaking French
I just don't think that I could understand what you are saying to me
Are you leaving? Are you sure? THAT THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT
I be running in my mind
Trying to figure out a way
So the devils don't come and trick me
Gotta keep me a 45
It be posted by my side
If these niggas
here it is at your service
The b the I the g the d-a-double-d-y
And when it comes to rippin' the mic, oh my oh my oh my
I guarantee you by time I'm
up on em rock a By a baby like whoooooooo
Bust down
Bust down
Bust down
Yea
Trap phone
Trap phone
Ringing like
Brrrrrrrrrrr
Brand new for
Has the Persephone docked yet?
Yeah, the passengers are going through customs now
Here they come
It's Mrs. Aster
Hey, Mrs. Aster, over here
and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out
You want a girl who sucks her thumb when she comes, you're just looking for a clean sleep. She doesn't want to see you, she wants to be seen by
ThankGod we don’t look like whatever we been through
Said she bored and I tell her you can come with friends too
Made a couple thousand amma spend it
stacks
What the f** you gon do
ThankGod we don’t look like whatever we been through
Said she bored and I tell her you can come with friends too
Made
rhymin'
929'n, Titanium glass, time to play that ass
Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense
Time to pull again, release the shell, well
Make 'em yell
Hey ya'll, just passin' thru
On our way, to where, to who
Hey ya'll, just passin' thru
A wonderful world by every view
Mother Goose knows the score
saying, are you involved, what's up with you?
And where homeboy at? Oh word, ya'll through?
Eff him, you know how I do, when I come through
Shut
Y'all niggas spend too much
Time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit?
Well you can start
Right before his ass get hit
But when I
built by humans but they’re an artefact
If they were made five thausend years ago how come they’re intact?
North-aligned, and concave, you’re kidding me
that Ruger
We put hot shit through you then we gone
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me catch you slipping, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get
that Ruger
We put hot shit through you then we gone
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me catch you slipping, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get
side
Who knows better than the Funkadelic devil himself
To all knotty head niggas, bob to this
Come walk with Def Squad on the darkside
Coming to you
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