Lyrics:
Subliminally accurate
Punchlines tactics immaculate
Speak passion kid
Not your average joe
Make it happen quick
My energy, who's matching it
Until
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
And if you're living badly, we'll tell you how to live
Dead, drunk, and nakedâ?¦
If you're out there listening, I just want you to know
I been doing
dead up, head up, so I set up to slam a hoe
I don't give a heck, but I don't peck on a redneck
You want to pull cards, you're a dead deck, bed check
can't get her out my head
If I lost her I'd be dead, damn
You were a girl with daddy issues
Cause he went crazy and left you
You were calling me boo, I
I've just seen a call from
You're a damn liar, man. That's not true
This nation was founded by men of many nations and backgrounds
This nation was
you’ve got a little something on your nose
You ain’t coming in it’s a broke-free zone
Yeah I know you’re leasing your Lambo
Arms so jack like you’re
go by (bye bye)
The cook was spooked and locked himself Inside the pantry ‘tween the shelves
And tried to eat and drink ‘till he was dead
They found
Already cut off all my hoes
Lil shawty tryna jack my mojo
Beating on her back like a bongo
Shawty aint a snack she a combo
2018 I lost my halo
Now
swear I'm just passing by don't pay me no mind
Let me gone and get my ass back to where this money reside
You jump in here just to be clear you're
to bring the
Quill to bring the heating pad
You Gotta understand you're dealing
With some heathen, jack
Our sward the virgin
Suburban she do the dirt, do
on my floor mat
Nasty nigga, make ya beleive that im a classy nigga
But im far from that average joe that you know
Use people for sheilds at shoot outs
dimensions and lost souls.
Tackled by jackels, delivered my life on the wrong
road.
I simply advise those to travel through the black
hole, you,
action Like Jackson
How many Niggas is Actually trapping
How Many Niggas is Actually rappers
Nigga be Capping
Niggas Ain't really living what they
gettin' wild
Dirty dancin' in a diesel to a deep southern sound
Saturday night I'm knee slappin' to Alan Jackson
With Coca Cola and a splash of Jack in
says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I put them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like
for clout
Man I get what I want
By myself
You could try yourself
But you're swimming with sharks
You gon' drown yourself
In the deep ends
That's where I
comatose, overdose token broken bones kid,
homophobic bitch own ur own shit
pack pipe, smoke skunk
jack knife, coked up
crack pipe, toke up
That’s y, choke
momma in hysteria
Welcome to your mothafuckin' coffin, they'll stare at ya!
Cause, you're a dead muthafucka black
And you never should have fucked
grenade, dang
What's a snake and sparkler to Mr joe Dirt
Ayy? Show me them boobies
Take the hammer to the poop tank
Kicking Wing higher than the top
to have a seizure still edgin' up my gold teeth
Headin' down you to go with Rich and get some protein
I'm giving bones so you're chokin'
I get biz every
of the Lotus,
this was some company that they could only dream of.
I'm talking about the dead. Not just any dead.
I'm talking about they were joined by five
Now my main wifey, dead as shaded chicks,
Official Lost Boyz since the year of 86
And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill em with a passion,
another dead pigeon
If you're mafiosos, then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians
Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade
Girl bled to death while
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