Lyrics:
If nigga pocket watching he a broke nigga
Ion got no time to waste ima go getter
Fuck a four i pour a 8 and serve sum wit it
I got bitches by
Well I have slept there badly twice
And shared my straw with scratching mice
Although you'll find some deep brown hair
I'll tell you something for
Now pardon me if part of me heart of an oddball, but damn. Kumba-fucking-ya, dog. Terminally alienated and bent awkward by the bought, prepped package
a python
Twenty-six bitches in Mastro's
Doggy walk down in his day clothes
Had too much hair for a ski mask
Every rap nigga was a Benz, we know who would
a python
Twenty-six bitches in Mastro's
Doggy walk down in his day clothes
Had too much hair for a ski mask
Every rap nigga was a Benz, we know who would
dogs --- bitches
So move when we come through, of course with a gun or two
So tell me now, what the fuck niggaz gonna do
H-E-NN-Y, pissy off shots
God almighty
Free at last
Insha allah free all my mans
Walahi, n***** in my prayers
On the bottom bunk readin’ books by KWAN
Celly miskeen, all he
the court, did you or did not shoot this man?
What I heard, booking agencies giving loot to this man
Check my fingerprints, my hair never touched that gun
I
by the dump
Let me see you riot pump
(Repeat)
Verse 2:
Listen dog, I'm a vet' (vet')
Show the boss some respect
If you glittering nigga (what)
Then
was all the things that my friends said He sure had me convinced
I was the only thing worth saving
By a knight in shining armor with guns a blazin'
Two
cooper
You're stinky as shit like a dog poop scooper
Captain hook you somalian pirate
My bars sicker than the coronavirus
Big ass cheeks tell me why you is
Real niggas don't die
Where I'm from Social Justice
Is a known lie drive by
Wi burn your skin
Solar powered, Gun shine
What you think it's no lie!
nostril
We There
Come on take another if you dare
The reason why its so raw cause its real
I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I
the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't
the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't
I went to Bloody Rose room we fucked the bitches there
I was only fourteen years old in that pussy hair
It was drawings of bugs bunny on the wall
With
of these woods and chemicals,
we labor for the black pigs of poetry,
for the bone gods of the sea,
for the secret rose you keep for me,
under the skirts
games we'll be fuckin'
I kiss like the French do, put my tongue in your ear
Do it like the dogs do it, girl, and pull on your hair
For me, a different
THE ARTILLERY MAN AND THE FIGHTING MACHINE
Journalist:
The hammering from the pit and the
pouding of guns grew louder
My fear rose at the sound
pad
Want hy kom om sy skatte te haal
Maar die burgers gun hom geen rus nie
Soos 'n veldbrand kom hulle aan
En die Mauservuur dreun die looddruppels
skiet stil uit sy saal
En die vuurvonke spat soos hygrou langs die pad
Want hy kom om sy skate te haal
Maar die burgers gun hom geen rus nie
Soos n
hip now to be feminized
I don't highlight my hair
I've still got a pair
Yeah honey, I'm still a guy
All my eyebrows ain't plucked
There's a gun
the feeling of the dough
So you other bitches split
This daddy's for the Rose
Been popping propecia praying
For follicle correction
I Got my hair but now I
Kicking in doors, f*** with my conscience
All of my dawgs yeah they real
Cannot fake 'em
Used to buy guns off the street
Now I make 'em
I trick a n**** just
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