Lyrics:
Thirsty ass hoe
cll in my DM
Thirsty ass hoe
Trying be my friend
Thirsty ass hoe
Wanna cll my line
Thirsty ass hoe
Trying waste my time
Damn, look at the sunrise
Glowing finish line, made it in record time
Hey, baby, we made it
My head's faded, headlights dilated
Spinnin',
Damn, look at the sunrise
Glowing finish line, made it in record time
Hey, baby, we made it
My head's faded, headlights dilated
Spinnin',
Day to day, day in, day out
Hum drum drone zone
To and fro and so it goes
Hum drum drone zone
Buzz, buzzing busy bees
Consumer dreams and mall
the thermostat
Slot Time lock your front line get at me picture that
Scape raider horizons, enterprising amongst the livest
Cool inside in the lion's den
Sharpness
Let me give you a piece of my mind
You will find that I flip like Jeckel and Hyde
On a suicide track that I ride in fact
I walk the black lines
No weapon, no witness, that's the whole in this case
Look, county jail front line with a shank
S Gang, neighborhood in they face
Homies left got
You've got the mouth of a she wolf
Inside the mask of an innocent lamb
You say your heart is all compassion
But there's just a flat line on your
don't push me ina no corner
Bring me on the front line
I wanna see everyone face
Don't push me to no disgrace
So why can't you and I live good?
mind
That's a line of a flat down straight up ho down freak
Then I pulled her to the side and I asked her what's up
She said (What's on ya mind)
I
Stunt so hard I make these niggas hate summer
And pray for winter but when it's winter time
I'm still waitin' on these niggas at the finish line
We
the ones who made it
Highly celebrated, everything was work related
Current top 40 got the Wu deep in all their business
20 years Killa Bees, yeah, we hold
You've got the mouth of a she wolf
Inside the mask of an innocent lamb
You say your heart is all compassion
But there's just a flat line on your
the dirt never dirt on my knees
I'm just serving these fiends
I sell birds to the bees I sell birds to the trees
"Tune I heard you don't sleep" I'm allergic
to the bees, I sell birds to the trees
Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm allergic to dreams
I don't twerk, but I tweak for that purple, that pink
Yeah, you see
hustla
(alright)
I'm on my grind
Fuck bitches money on my mind
Ho get in line, respect me like a stop sign
I'm in my prime
The brights you see it's my
These niggas don't beez in the trap
They like bees in this track
Just smoked out
I ain't talking 'bout what you toke out
Get choked out fo'rilly
Could you be, could you be squeaky clean and smash any hope of democracy
As the head line says you're free to choose
There's egg on your face and mud
Could you be, could you be squeaky clean and smash any hope of democracy
As the head line says you're free to choose
There's egg on your face and mud
bees
But I'd leave the sweet stuff
For somebody else...
but then, on the other hand
I'd Keep the wax N' melt it down
Pluck some Floss N' swish
can control
Oooh show them to me
You can hardly see this woman only wants you for your money
You who have not
Come inside my hive where bees are
shoes
Washing and cleaning
The dirty still sink
Routine keeps me in line
Helps me pass the time
Concentrate my mind
Helps me to sleep
up in Hollywood Hills
I don't know you N-words, don't call my line
Talking that, "Y'all done swear-"
Get the fuck outta here
Talking 'bout, "Don't just
Please do not run too fast
Stay off of the leaves
Do not play in the grass
And climb the trees
You can’t breathe
Let alone you get stung by bees
.png/300px-The_Bees_(2011).png "The Bees")
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