Lyrics:
my bitch a choosy lover
Never fuck without a rubber
Never in the sheets
Like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, drive a Kompressor
Top notch
thought a country wide tour'd be the outcome?
Labels want my name beside a X, like Malcolm
Everybody got a deal, I did it without one
Yeah, nigga, I'm
accept the loss or a donut
I was born so I can rock and rolla
I come by way by California
So I lived a life without God
I can't count the shit that I've
take it, it's taking over your body
You're quakin, shakin, uncomfortable now
Crack smacks you up and leaves you without
Any brains to waste and lungs for
And usually by number seven
It's like a workout
Like, my brain is sweating
I keep counting like, did I hit 10 yet?
And then eight, nine, 10 are the hardest
feel like I'm slipping fast
Since I've been without you
can't deal I been missing you so bad
And it's so sad
Thinking bout this life that we both had
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
in the game
But you ain't need to gain you just need brains to slay the players and the haters wave
The rage is getting crazier day by day
It's like
Taking off in my rocket ship we gonna’ blast off yeah
Made a couple plays I had some bad calls
Yeah, I said a couple things tell me why you back off,
And a teardrop tattooed eye
They call me Little Caesar in the
Brotherhood of crime
I know about the pain
Dying in an alley with an
Air-conditioned brain
I
white
See I'm hifey like keep the sneak
Please don't creep by me, don't try me
I be on freak, geeked off that brain I receive
All this fly shit, I
stop
Mic check y'all
And ya don't quit
Verse two
'bout to slay you worst than the first verse
Packin' my purse but yo without one curse
I
slide cause I done got fame
Fuck the name, I can't have shit in this fuckin game
Without niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad
I'm a fuck you
perspective
Girl you so dam bad to me
From my perspective you bad as fuck
That's with or without any make up on
Guess I should thank ya moms and prolly take
And shorty I feel bad
I didn't ever wanna, I didn't ever wanna
Do that
Say you love me
Well then, baby girl, you gotta
Prove that
Talking shit, then
Lost without God, salty 'bout that
But I was captivated by the bosses outside
I plotted every way to getting draws by my squad
Ask round why every man
throttle
Fillin' up the empty space
Makes me stop feelin' hollow
Falling in love is basically the same
Your brain works in a different way and you feel bad
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
in a ghastly brain fart
Disgusted that it's so hard
As the art flows through your heart
Colored by dissenting marks
Leaving space to be replaced
By
Welcome to my album, I hope you stay long
I was gonna name this one Growing Pains, but
Then I found a toilet dumped by the railroad
So we took
There was always this great anticipation of a game of peekaboo
If I wasn't no savage, she wasn't even link cuz I'm average
Baby I'm a bad influence
Let it be prophesized; n****s'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way n****s get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
N****s
Let it be prophesized; niggas'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way niggas get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
Niggas
Your strawberry lemonade lips
Make a nigga blood pressure go drip, drip, drip
Bad hoes is the Devil like six, six, six
Bad hoes is the Devil like
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