Lyrics:
slaughter awaits
Surely your turning of things upside down shall be esteemed as the potter's clay
Is gambling sin
Can I hit a lick and win
Can I pull
God damn, now lick my balls, oh shit
You like that?
Put 'em off
Is it good?
Ouch, shit, godamn bitch you bit' my damn
Shit I said suck
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
yeah, "this party's at the fun, this party's at the fun house"
I don't know about that
Alright y'all, could you, could you be quiet for a minute,
the reason why
the smoke be comin up out the chow, with my nigga Pac
Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin sick
I'm in my rag hittin switches
She make it feel so good
I might just have to stab her
She take my soul away
I might just call the pastor
Beat it up beat it up crazy
She wanna be my
Things in life aren't always quite what they seem,
there's more than one given angle to any one given scene.
So bear that in mind next time you try
To all the ladies in the house
Can I get at ya, can I get with ya
To all the ladies in the house
Can I get with ya
Now that you know
That I'm for real
Hack up any edgelord
Plastic wrap death's door
Ten-four, half-wit, I ain't your good buddy
I can, however, be bought with a blue slushie
Good goddamn,
the back, I'm tryna fuck up your spleen
Girl that pussy wet, I swear it's coming through your jeans
'Cause I need it by any means
Let’s get it
Baby girl fresh
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
insecure bout it
I do not care bout it
Imma let the choppa to care about it
Back when I made that
Beats in my house no setbacks
Never sold any just
any shirts
But I did sell some fish that drowned
In my bowl when I was six
My mom paid good money for it
But she flushed it down the toilet
I was like
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
'm gonna bring it
I can do whatever they want I'm really good with the tongue
I tell 'em (that's slow to me, yea)
So when I do the flipping don't be
any of us can go
Male, female, young or old
It might be in the papers but most stories are never told
She stepped to the vehicle, Daddy, let me see you
it
I ain't joking, pistol smoking, any nigga can get it
While I'm ballin she by my side wit me
But if some shit jump off she ain't gone ride wit me
pants nowhere
In sight, squatting, photographed
From behind but also a quieter Nicki
And certainly a more tired one she
Can't be baited into talking
Shit
what more can i say/ you want to hang wit us ridin/ you'll be hiding while we're gliding/ flying by and shit/ you better quite trying/ before you and all
claim to be in society
Because we know their games, we appall their
If they need a different style we can get ?large?
He's i.c.u., he's out to kill
team right now
It got to be knicks
Wilding out
Impregnating hoes
I gotta be nick
Cant just stick your dick in bitches sir
There got to be licks
me good, I'ma put her in Givenchy
Lil' mama bad and she bad then a bitch, yeah (ooh, ooh)
She got that stash in the bag, I can see it, yeah (ooh,
just grab 'I'm in the biscuits!
And doowutchyalike.
Now, red, white, black, tan, yellow, or brown,
It really doesn't matter, we can all get down,
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