Lyrics:
bitch ain't giving neck can see the front door
I made 11 this month but I want more
Don't nobody care about your ex you should've done more
I really know
Sailing on the seven seas
With my mates all by my side
Gunning ships as they pass by
If they don't give
We will destroy
They've all seen the flag
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
grandfather rap (nope)
And old men have heart attacks
And I don't wanna be responsible for that
So put the mic down and walk away
You can still have
hundreds on my fingertips, ayy, yeah
Chains swangin', don't know where the medal is, ayy, ayy
Pull up with a bitch, she dance, got us some heaven pants
impeded in your head! You're dead on contact
The headline in the post the next day reads, "Man killed by best friend"
People cut the article out and they
for a sink
And don't worry bout what I put in your drink
It's called a date-rape drug, ten minutes you'll be fucked up
Open your nasty-ass legs up
The '06 Ricky D, less glitter be
Yes Sicily ricery, don't mean shit to me
Get with me physically, mentally, literally
My henchmen, they lynch men
They
(Bitch)
Sippin' on bottles, flyin' high on planes
Gotta lotta bad women, I don't even know their names
Toppers and tats, you know I got flame
When I pull
be a thief, she locked the doors when I was walking by
They must be whores 'cause the master rapes them and leaves
The child
So dead beat daddy was
the clit in your soul till you gush
Like Molly Bloom beyond all the doom in a spiritual epiphany
Bitch dont get mad at me
Learn to handle the rush
It's
Aimin' at his partner who know he up next
Or any grand thefts, man I don't give a fuck
Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck
Left Brain is a 51-50
Then I walked up to my bitch and I asked her for some sucky
Instead she gave me fucky
Bitch, don't fuck me
If you suck on my dick and don't get STD's you
for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight
of it
Those who spoke of love have suffered killed by the public
Men are suckers thus subject to be puppets
And are suckered much by little or nothing
(Slug):
I'll take seven emcees, put ?em in a line
Shoot ?em and sell their clothes to get my wisdom teeth pulled
From here on out I'm grabbing
of Memphis trill
Chopper mags inside the whip
Don't know how you can't get that shit
Keep the ratchet never slip
Niggas faker than a bitch
Shoot his momma
thing I gotta do is hit my wrist with the soda
Niggas thought it was over, but bitch I live by the slogan
I told you
Hop in another one nigga
Get
critics, I really came out of the trenches, was battling death
I was just seven years old when a nigga had up that pistol, I wasn't even prepped
Bitch, don't
a ballsack (Yah)
Problems are dealt with by your self
Don't need your dad to give you help
Play your cards and get what's dealt
That is what my knuckles felt
Janet is there with her high head and hair
Full of bedroom feathers
Janet is known to make dead men groan
In any kind of weather
I crawl over to her
a baddie
I don't need no other men, Takashi is my daddy
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
When u die you go to hell but I go straight to heaven
You
feet wet . Treat yo bitch just like a dog and told her lean back . Doggy turned into a lumberjack like, where the trees at?? I popped a rhino pill by
about it
I'll sleep when I'm dead!
Oh fuck... one day, I'll be dead
So now I'm lying beneath the bread
Don't try to prod me cashier, don't try to prod me
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