Lyrics:
the doo-rag thick three sixty,
It's the hypno and sticky icky,
I said Okay!
[Chorus]
I'm fly enough, to do better,
But pimp enough to not give a fuck,
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never
flies too low
You watched me burn
Toys with your thumb between my hands
It will would be the last one, I' ever meet your demands
24-7 on a big screen,
of heat
Y'all can't do nothing with this here
For one, I pack three 9s like the year
Y'all funny money hustlas
7 gram hustlas
Type to bust a O down wit ya
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All
Look at you vibrating, bent neck bowed head ps3
Building jumping panic shopper launch off the parking garage
In a Tony Robbin murder-suicide with
defiled
Mary Magdalene went on a spiral
Falling ill she suffered the bile
Never fear it was only for awhile
Wasn't long till she made it viral
Mary went
planned out perfect
In case y'all niggaz got to get murdered
A Mastermind
Sleeps at night, real easy
A Mastermind
'Cause everything he does is by
endless
Gats eleven inches, ya neck slit it, your head spin it
The epidemic was spread infinite, so once the thread is knitted
For seven digits, it's
endless
Gats eleven inches, ya neck slit it, your head spin it
The epidemic was spread infinite, so once the thread is knitted
For seven digits, it's
on day number seven
And he won't call me a nigga when I get to heaven
[Verse Three:]
The same white man that threw me in the slammer
He bombed the church
the smoke by the waves like a tiki bar
I'm the Hennessy before it's open
Im the Virginia right across the ocean
From where the hammers Keep the coffins
to his Hush Puppies
Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck
Tajuana left my nigga niece live comma
Three young Italians, suited down personal
to his Hush Puppies
Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck
Tajuana left my nigga niece live comma
Three young Italians, suited down personal
was from a bat.
Hail Mary Mallon: Hey, what's up dude, want a Sun Chip?!
Deepthroat: Fuck you, Hail Mary Mallon! FUCK YOU!
Hail Mary Mallon:
big enough nuts (retreat)
I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal
Just an international playa, comin' through your stereo
[Chorus: x2]
3-5-7
with dirty dishes,
bread crumbs, walnut shells, empty cigarette packs,
beer cans, candle wax.
I grabbed a plastic bag,
held on the Virgin Mary's head.
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three
lambo or maybe a private event jet
Cut the shit and cut the check
My glass could never shatter
I throw stones like I’m sponsored by arm and hammer
I got
of y'all never seen no yae
Touchdown yea I'm here to stay
Hail mary yea run that play
Dead end don't run that way
Momma said don't come back late
Fuck got
crumb snatch
These hoes ain't loyal
So, most niggas can't trust that
Came from the swamp
Like a musk rat
Not a boss but I delegate
Traumatized by that
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three
I met a girl
By the name of mary
Last name jane she was something
Like a fairy
Tale
And i can tell she's smart with
Soul and heart but i broke it all
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