Lyrics:
"greenodine"
Ain't seen a block nigga since
But now I'm off that kill green
(Mothtafuckas ain't got no love for me)
(Niggas want to put some slugs in me)
So I'm
Enough to reach us
Cannel affiliated my goons demonstrated
Finally got a reason for the
Dogs to celebrate it
Free lease by that cold old murta
Lot
, close my eyes see my raps
My bio is feedback from what we need rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back
And come with that new black spiritual
You say you know my life…..
Hahahaha
But like most things…
It's only a peek
Kill 'em J
Both of 'em (that's two) my mother and father naw they didn't
All my ice and all my trees, all my bitches in love with me
Rock star life, the life we lead, surrounded by rock stars
My niggas rocking gold like
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
of seasons better (knock on wood)
I love the feel of rain upon my face (for Hollywood, Hollywood)
No, and I don't care if the snow comes down (ain't that
said Claire
Camp on bay sunbathing with the ladies
Ice on beach we chilling with the jiggers
Vibes on vibes girl said she want my love
Imma crème brûlée
the neighborhood bully.
Well, the chances are against it, and the odds are slim
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
'Cause there's a noose
a weight put by a certain kind of dove
That's you
I will never have
I've been there
I've been there
I was invaded by a certain kind of love
It was a weight
plenty of dimes, I'm nowhere near my prime
But most of all I love my captain that we call Slime
I really think that I could beat a grizz with a katana
records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them
Back in this bitch, she throw the pussy, I bet that I hit (good to know)
Roll me a spliff, shawty, she just wanna ride like a Lyft (woo)
Look who
Nonsense to put on
A blank disc and sell it to blind kids
Got this fake blonde bitch, wantin
To date Josh Lynch
Wait that's Kate Gosselin damn
Told her
ain't grew up to be nothing fuck being avarage
They don't know the kind of pain i got in my baggage
And if the door's locked unlock that shit
And if
you, it would have already been done"
Slowly she gets in and I begin to lynch her
With 66 inches of extension chord
Yeah, baby, do that dance
It's
THE WRONG KIND OF PEOPLE
(Written & performed by hooyoosay)
Oh yeah!
We're the wrong kind of people,
having the wrong kind of party,
with
bound to boil and burn
And splash and spill all over you
And there, this is your answer Claire
I can't guarantee that I'll be true
But
none my time
Im popping these percs she wanna fuck on me
Tell that ho get in line
Ain't gon' lie that I got a heart, oh yeah
You get slimed by the big
get dealt with
Wicked bitches get dealt with
No love for the helpless
No trust in the devils tricks
Whoa
Sons of perdition always trying to lynch
really want
You swear that I’m driven
By shiny things
And endless funds
I’m not the kind of girl
To sell her heart
Or sell her soul
So keep your physical
I
down and love you right
Yeah, that's my kind of night
Yeah, that's my kind of night
(Oh)
My kind or your kind, it's this kind of night
We dance in
the fast rocks
Pickin' the women who love that fat cock
By any means, we finna stack the money in piles
Put a bullet in your head while we crackin' a smile
(no)
Contrary to what all your enemies told you
Show them now how I didn't do you wrong
That this is not a love song
Are you just being kind
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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