Lyrics:
the hoe all alone at the store
I got up on her but she got no clue bout what I know
We exchanged numbers, but in her mind she wonders
Do he know that I
could shape up, touch your barber miss
Fade you with a bloody blade
I turn rap camps into Crystal Lake
Fuck bitches face is what I'mma do
'Cause
that I let you do just know I just did it by choice
Choice
Just know I just did it by
Just know I just did it by
Just know I just did it by
Put the dick
Aw shit
Three icy ass niggas from Odd Future doin' some crazy shit
(Bitch)
By the way, we do punch bitches
I'm swagging bitch (swag), I'm iced
Baby girl, I'm just a bit confused
You've been acting like you've been abused by me lately
What's going on?
All I do is treat you with respect
you gonna call back right
Matter fact I ain't even do ya bitch dirty, for real
I'ma let you holla at my man Gruff, he did her dirty for real
Yo,
The racetrack so get off, this
Is what y’all call love
This is what I do not want from life as it is
You can make this shit suck a
Dick at the same time
word to you once
Suck on a dick and lick up the after spit on nuts, you fuckin' dumb
Half of y'all can't even do what I've done
Never was out rhymed, I
X]
I'm thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
So do what you gotta do girl
[Mia X]
So do what you gotta do boy
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you girl
[Mia
What?
I got a stack for the freak show
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, suck a nigga dick ho
Yea, I got a stack for the freak show
What?
I got a stack
Shit it's Friday, I just want some ass in the bitch
Can't be mad at me, I'm just doing what niggas do
Got kids by him, she wanna be the niggas boo?
my head up my dick is
Being sucked down, by a bitch named what now
I look in her eyes, and her eyes are like an orange stars
Look at the reflection
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
I did it
Why you so worried 'bout what I be doin'?
Countin' my money ain't makin' you rich
Talkin' down on me don't make you the shit
How my name
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
Here's another episode of dropping off a load
Peter was on the beater, I was about to explode
I couldn't hold back (so what did you do)
I took 'er to my
down, I stick my head up my dick is
being sucked down, by a bitch named what now
I look in her eyes, and her eyes are like an orange stars
Look
ain't gone like
How we did it, its that boys Bday
I came what fade
Gots to sip that Tangarey
Ima steel fool
From tha Southside
We don't bang bang,
’d like for you to meet somebody
Side of yourself that you never knew
Swear to god, have an out of body
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this
let's move up north
To northern California where the air is clear
And the skies are blue and they have more traditional family values
What do say
daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
What I
gone for the day, I'm by myself
Buckets of throw up are next to my computer
Hoping that they show up 'cause what I'm about to do to 'em
Would make
do? What it do? What it do? What it do? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do? I'm sayin' (I'm sayin')
Young nigga, I ain't even
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