Lyrics:
the porch like a box robbery
Not sorry, I'm a nigga hotter than hot coffee, nigga
Shittin' with no potty
Mommy, tell 'em I'm a sicko psycho
Tell 'em Imma hit
"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams, come along"
[Chorus]
Nothing Less, nothing less
[Grouch]
Well I bet you that I get
on a grass hurst
End of verse
[Chorus x2]
No shame
Welcome to the dope game
This is were we don't play
Leave your boys with no brains
Whoridas
I remember
signatures accepted ,no IDs are ever needed.
In Michigan, Wisconsin, Pennsylvania, Georgia maybe now it's clear to see
Jeffrey Epstein killed himself
Dr
at nightfall
(Grouch)
When the sun begins to dim
And eventually the day dies
And the mood prepares to sway
That's where another way lies
Glow of the liquor
[The Grouch]
Follow me, follow me
I'm goin.. on a little, excursion
Check it out
Won't you take me away, sweet music
Take me away..
Never lead me
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by
man's wound.
You see, Dr. Peter Pane was an interesting man,
And an even more interesting doctor,
As he would use no material or remedy
That wasn't
like fuck a Honda
The Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' woadie on them double cups
Twenty bags of OG, hit the road and make it double up
I did this by
of sight
(Fosco finds a sheet of paper and takes
Out a pen he starts to write)
She'll be locked away by the morning light
Well, the woman's mad
(Fosco
With a voice, telling you the bullet's direction
I'm talking murder, but that's another section
I need to explain by keeping my composure
There's no
Jamak, I'm a born again Christian, man
I'm not going into this strip club
Unless they paying me top dollar or something to perform
No you didn't
How
tak by wypłynął z czaszki mózg
Czarny śluz płynie na talerz, mama nie przestaje śpiewać
Gdy rozcina sobie brzuch i wyciąga szare trzewia
W miejscu
and band-aid that problem
And escape this world, vacate this world
'Cause I hate myself
No praying's gonna cure this pain
Doctor, please, give me a dose
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
It's so simple..
I see through too easily
the measly moves, that you make
got no place in my leisurely time
I'm pleased with these rhymes I continue
in Jesus.
Yes, I do believe in God, but do I love him?"
[Grouch]
I'm lost upon this voyage and I'm searching for truth.
They told me to believe, but
the feeling
Getting crossed by a nigga
That you thought was real
Lil bitch this not no Dr. Phil
Bad bitch trying to throat this pill
Fake niggas trying to bring
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Tell 'em I'm on whatever, with whoever wan' take it there
I rolled by the scene, ain't see no body
Yo, I think I need some Vitamin D
That sunlight or late night
Look, I'm talkin' reckless
Hold on, I can't think right
cnd this prescription has no
they can't fool me
You can't press rewind on your life it's no movie
Coming to you live from the bottom of the food chain
Nursing empty bellies is
he see the thunder roll
Roll with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And brew's by the case
SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit
Anus
Just wait until you hear what transpired
I had a Talking Anus
I had no enema to clean out my bowels
I had a Talking Anus
I hope the doctor has
No Debate
I got a bust down Unc like I'm Dr. fate
I got shooters in the cut like I am Gilden state
Face down but her ass up, she Cooperate
Eat that
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