Lyrics:
it's lust it's blood to heads
Then down below, we connect I set the timer, enough with the drag out see that I'm a FADER
What's the deal with this, my
Aye, aye
It's MAK11
Mena Beats
That's the move
Want my wrist all on icy
My bitch she so spicy
Got drip like we by sea
Won't quit I can't lose
All my
since I'm not sure where your head's been at lately, would you mind doing me a
Favor by circling yes, if you're down to start fresh and go on a date with
the ganja pulled up
The ganja pulled up
Until the ganja pulled up
The ganja pulled up
She seen the weed and started to geek
It's an honor to sit by me
Say
like it's in a blender
The red drips from your head, in the tint of magenta
You're left gory, cats that be thugging or bugging
if they bring it towards
just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I state
"You know what you do
just miss and I'm missin' you more (oh)
But you knew that, I'm the cool cat with the roof back (yeah)
Know I need you by my side, can't lose that (oh)
to you
She had cat eyes, nine lives, no tan lines, thigh highs
She ride me like a drive by, I'm real these niggas Sci-Fi
But that's neither here nor there
'em capture me
I gotta thank the Lord for
The weed and the nicotine i can't sleep
Close my eyes and see wicked demons
I keep my pistol by my bedside
One
Giving by Push pushing just like dope dealers
When it comes to this, know nobody roll iller
I come off my head like my hat do
MC stand still like a statue
glock fully, hot pellets
Have me running through the hall
It's on, like you being chased by the relic
Can't nothing harm me, yo, I move through any
and my nigga. What!?
[Killah Priest]
The emperor, chief sinister, street minister
guaranteed in two bars to finish ya
React like a cat when he arches
bound by time
When we have animals, we’ll start a tribe
You’ll be the shepherd as we all head towards the un-blind
Feel into fault and now we feel
shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down
by liftin' iron by the pound
ready
Takin molly to the dome, I think she ready
I think she ready, I think she ready
Get here home by the Cove, I think she ready
I think she ready,
it out
I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks
Get bread by the flocks
Bitches love me and I'm duggy from
The head to the socks
Too much to handle, here
a year by the riverside, I'd bring it here
Apply it gently
To the love you've lent me
While the river was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbed
Don't want no foo foo hair cut sitting on my head
Don't want no foo foo hair cut sitting on my head
Man I'd rather be bald, I'd rather be dead
the mall, by the minutes of clothes
I suppose I get dressed to impress these hoes
Getty shoe fresh Guess from head to toe
Only wearin in the do' what
instead of killing each other
Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth
Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains out
My list are strong its only
breadstick
The sleaze..
I'll grab the ass of the neighbourhood skeeze
and give a good squeeze
Holdin your head, with both of my hands, as you suck
I could snap
Her head rolls back and forth
Against the billows of her long black shiny hair
As she contemplates the ecstasy
Of some other love that now she
hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gatt hummm
Sunday morning
Wake up it's stormin'
Raindrops fallin' on my head it's pourin'
Cats an' dogs
Pigs in
the eye when they Tennessee Waltz on by?
Ain't that a blow to the head?
You could pretty near pass for dead, sittin' there in a trance
Watchin' all
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