Lyrics:
the bullshit by the ton
I say move, you better run
Diesel tar up in my lungs
(Shut up Kai, you talk too much)
Ain't no M and M, I'm fuckin' nuts
Snow- on Tha
Showed up in a red stretch hearse full of vampires
Blood red rims straight rollin' on flat tires
Screachin' to a halt sparks spittin' at tha
Your money like old men, can't get it up
I'm spittin up, sick of stuff, middle fingers up
Luck, never give why'all respect
Like no hot card check
just ain't hot
So you busters stay shy
What the fuck do they got?
Watch your mouth what'd that bitch say?
That went way out
No doubt hit by the ricochet
young
When i was young
(Coolin' with Stiles hot engineer)
When i was young i though that future, wouldn’t suit ya
And i was broke
Now that the time, has
baby
You want Jimmy you want Louis and Laurent baby
Long as you my bitch I don't mind if you flaunt baby
All this by texting me to see what I'm on baby
nineteen
We gonna Deck the halls with tha mistletoe candycane and Christmas wreaths
Mix the hot chocolate with the Hennessy
Versace ornaments hanging from
Magical manic, insidious fuck
Bein' ethereal, pressing your luck
24 minutes in the wormhole now you're gettin'
Stressed by the second it shatters
when I robbed the randall's
Flow hot like campbell's change broads like channels
Two or three at time 'cause we all just mammals
The songs I sample
clean, in my dirty three pullin' machine
Jeans with tightly packed booty caught my eyes
My mind started to wonder about the prize between her thighs
She
prolly moved on but still up on my mind
They don't look smell feel taste sound like you
These bizzies all mids they ain't loud like you
They don't compare
WhoRidas, Tha Alkaholiks
Fo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock
With the master key, but the master key be me
I assign chop
The Gargamill is in your ear
Rappin' in your ear
On WBALL (Balls)
It's not on your radios
Your radio is not really on
If it's too hot, then stay calm (Turn
bounce back wit that drip
Like I just came out the faucet
To see what I can see
It's way too hot, 500 degrees
Put the fetty up in my hand
It's on boat, by
shit up
Seek life in the night
When awoken by the light
Got me filling up with hype
When the time comes I'm going to get it so right
Seek life in
Boats full of blow
What them M's B
The world jaded
So I keep tha Blikka on me
Hot sake shotty burn like kimchi
Big body wide turns
Plus the rims deep
Niggas off tha block cappin'
Must want that rep from rappin'
How the fuck u throwin' up gang (Throwin up gang)
Wholetime lyin', insane
Want money
a dildo to make her come
All I need is my piccolo falsetto
Which hits you like a tornado
Imma hot potato with a taste of tomato
Smelling fresh like a pussy
It's the Hip-Hop hermit call me rap's Terry Gilliam
Fakes, I ain't feelin' 'em, their heads filled with helium
Hot air balloons pop at higher
It's the Hip-Hop hermit call me rap's Terry Gilliam
Fakes, I ain't feelin' 'em, their heads filled with helium
Hot air balloons pop at higher
I've come to shake my ass
I've come to shake my ass (Three 6 Mafia!)
I've come to shake my ass
I've come to shake my ass (Hypnotize minds
This is death at cha door bell
Ya bitch I'm going there
What's poppin?
Shots'll renden ya Bach like orivelle
Sting with tha ray it's not a corvette
I can't get no higher (Higher)
Sending a miracle for you so you could just try uh
To get by uh
Taking off inna space ship
Leave tha matrix
Even when
of a kind
I know I talk sweet but I aint playing with ya mind
Real hot girl shit and I love it go shine
Lil baby take dick and she buss like a 9
Got my toes
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