Lyrics:
your eyes like your shit don't stink
So now it's time for a nigga clown your ass
Because i can tell from the tattoos you's a high class hood rat
Don't
Skirt chasing every night
Sniffing 'round like some ol' hound
Like all you other guys
Until from out of nowhere
She took me by the hand
I found what I'd
do is tell the truth
You passed me the rock
Best believe that I'm gon' shoot
Stacking up this crypto
Girl I be making moves
You can rock if you want
Dixie Bomb- My phillie she's a real live dixie bomb, Wish I was her cousin I
Could get me some, She comes from the holler boy tell you what, Her
fibias, yeah, fix me up
Sixty sluts, all of 'em dyin' from asphyxia
After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup
Dixie cups, toxins, boxes
fibias, yeah, fix me up
Sixty sluts, all of 'em dyin' from asphyxia
After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup
Dixie cups, toxins, boxes
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
here) Bitch, what the fuck? (Wow)
Man, can you believe this bitch Floss? (Did you here what I said? I said come here)
She want a pimp to pay for some
the soil
Just a continuation, I wonder where you get your game from
If I know anything, it's 'cause my old head taught me all alone (can't forget about my
bitch, what the fuck?
Man, can you believe this bitch Floss? (Did you here what I said? I said come here)
She want a pimp to pay for some motherfuckin'
dirt with her
She ain't never said a word like Ursula
I ain't mean to set it off in my verses but
I can tell that y'all been teething
Always biting shit
come get him some day
He says where he's from is called Albertane
There they use more than 10% of the brain
But you couldn't tell it from they way they
the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair
you to grind with me
I tell her she pretty and tell her come with it
She riding' the wave, tryna get with the business
She like how I start but she hate
smell something cooking
I can tell there's going to be a feast
You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace
He's a great humanitarian, he's
yes I know you hear it
Yes I said four L no dubs even needed
Look what time can tell time just said I need it
Captured by your spell spell my name, not
else
She does have a point do you feel you
Get the proper love from New York?
Hell fucking no
And I never understood that because
You ran the same
We can speed in my two-seater
Girl, I got a two-seater
Speed in my two-seater in my two-seater
About a hundred on Fax and it's easy to stop
You see,
Tell me the legends of long ago
When the kings and queens would dance
In the realm of the Black Rose
Play me the melodies I want to know
So I can
Oh tell me the legends of long ago
Where the mountains of Mourne come down to the sea
Will she no come back to me
Will she no come back to me
Oh
the Cubans, she gon' want the coochie hit (come here)
My chain got more fuckin' colors than a Coogi fit
Stay talkin' 'bout me, tell them, tell you how I feel
immaculate, your girl's naked
You think she ain't been hit, kid yo, you best to check it
For ten years I been connected to the top of this
Hold your breath,
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
of gun fire
Will not retire til I'm paid
Turn the base up higher
When we ride, we fly by
Bitches blow me kisses
Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come
On get
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