Lyrics:
the generals
Fingers sticky, residue, she lick me clean, my genitals
I used to try too hard to be perfect
And I've been in my comfort zone now that I'm really
live by the sea
Little things they make me so happy
But it's good it's good it's good to be free
So what would you say if I said to you
It's not in
the stiffs 'til
The break of dawn
I'm always finding bodies when
I'm mowing the lawn drag 'em in the house
Throw 'em in the oven
Wicked clown loving that dead
that I could make a way
I should be happy but I can go insane
They should know that I'm untamed
That's why I mess with flames
They Never thought that I
loose
Look at baby wiggle that big caboose
Got a little tiny waist, everything's in place
I'm pacin, facin the situation
It's on, put it on tape, troop
ever could be
Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows
The beat starts gettin' into your toes
You start poppin' your fingers and stompin'
Laughs
Beats by Jhay yeah
Aye yo
Best Rapper in Africa yeah I’m really popping
Niggas really asking why I be so cocky
You should ask your sister why
the crib
And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice
Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her"
"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her
I just wanna make her smile
Bear with me this could take awhile
Bear with me this could take awhile
She in a bad mood had a bad day
And she sad too
cut on my nose
Is not from no fight
I just fell down yesterday
Or maybe it was last night
And I used to sing and play
Down in the underground
But
be flaking
But my smile, still, stays on
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairy tales of yesterday, grow but never die
I can fly, my
round-up in the sky.
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.
I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin' out a million dollars in my
This place
Beautiful women and beautiful beach
Lovely sunny
I'm here with you
Could you hear the birds singin'
I was happy to hear that you're ok
the beautiful round up in the sky
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's at cock
I'll be carrying out bodies stiff as a rock
Carrying out a million dollars in my
the beautiful round up in the sky
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's at cock
I'll be carrying out bodies stiff as a rock
Carrying out a million dollars in my
used to be so happy
When you gave good phone
I could call from anywhere
For a little touch of home
But now my heart is aching
After every call
By
when you know just who can get it
Ain't nobody tripping cuz I know I'm right
You could be black or you could be white
For a black girl it really don't
Well I remember every little thing
As if it happened only yesterday
Parking by the lake and there was not another car in sight
And I never had
Well I remember every little thing
As if it happened only yesterday
Parking by the lake and there was not another car in sight
And I never had
the sky.
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.
I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin' out a million dollars in my pockets
the crib.
And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice.
Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her.
Besides; she looks up to you - you're
what I said
She's like "whatever, I just don't want any liver!"
Well I was gonna say something
But my cell phone started to ring
Now who could be
ever could be
Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows
The beat starts gettin' into your toes
You start poppin' your fingers and stompin'
special like a one in a million girl
So remember me always when you listenin girl
After my last breath you'll still be my little girl
Every day's father's
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