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IANAHB:
SPOILERI'm in the crib butt naked bitch.
She said my dick could be the next black president
Americans hate the I'm American.
Medicine, I treat it like peppermints.
Uh, I'm in the ocean getting shark pussy.
Shoot you in ya fuckin' mouth and make you talk to me.
Sometimes I need someone to talk to.
Cuz I Am Not A Human Being...Part Two.
Getting paid, show money for walk throughs.
Lettin' all these hoes ride my dick, car pools.
My bars passed the bar exam, no law school.
Cash Money Army, Veteran with my war wounds.
Uh, whatcha man doing?
I pop his muthafuckin' top like a can good.
And all my niggas that I roll with are hella armed.
And last night I took a transformer.
And had a dream that my dick turned to Megatron.
But my girl, was sleeping with Decepticons.
Money talks man and mine talks lecture long.
P-U-S-S-Y...my second home.
I be grindin' on them hoes like a half pipe.
She say "Tunechi you the shit you need your ass wiped"
I say "Before you gas me up, check the gas price."
Then I make her take this dick like advice.
She see-saw it, she suck it and enjoy it.
I stick it in her ass like some fucking steroids.
Jose Canseco, make no mistake
Like a white boy wearing black paint
You're a fake ass nigga.
Break pads nigga...wait.
You ain't in my weight class nigga.
Lookin' for the muthafuckin' man in the mirror.
Runnin' this shit like a faucet...Farrah.
Barra...cuda.
Who the fuck you are?
I can make ya bitch root for me like I grew her.
Bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure.
90 Billions bitches on my dick like a skewer.
That's Swag, I'm a True Blood, no fangs.
Been went Pro, now I'm going Propane
Bitch get off me, bitch get off me.
I got her over here blowing me like coffee.
Decafenated.
Hand me that paper like I graduated.
And I get head while it's decapitated.
Think it's a game nigga come play.
I'm with my killer bees...fuck bug spray.
Yeah, Young Money so gangsta.
I personally know strangers.
It's so strange but this girl named Dana.
Like to go anal.
Shoot 'em in his head, what's that? A no brainer.
Plain ol' nigga, but a break from the norm.
I wear my heart on my sleeve so don't be breakin' my arm.
I rather ring ya fuckin' neck before I ring the alarm.
I dream to meet a serial killer that'll bring me alone.
Wit 'Em.
I gotta hit 'em like redbones with long hair.
Fuck with me, ya ass is grass...get a lawn chair.
I was fucking before my dick started growin' hair.
Bitches sweatin' me like John Mayer, or warm air.
Mannn, nuts and bananas.
You know how the tables turn, where are your table manners?
If you fake, put a egg in ya shoe and scramble.
No rubber...I just fucked this piano.
Nigga.
Days & Days:
SPOILERMoney ain't shit, bitches ain't neither.
You know I'm on that grass, don't cut on the sprinklers.
Pussy on my mind, on my breath and on my fingers.
Niggas try to bite my style, but my style a jalepeno.
I got skinny ass jeans, trucks on the pocket.
Money talks, nigga, I'm caught up in that gossip.
You know all my bitches badder, and all my swishas fatter.
I milk this shit like cattle, that's my word like Scrabble.
And yo main girl is a hoe, I go Wayne's World in her throat.
She swallow so many nuts, you fuck around, find a squirrel in her throat.
I go tape worm in that hoe, let my snake squirm in that hoe.
Nigga we take turns in that hoe, these niggas so green they glow.
I am the best thing since wet pussy, on my private jet with my chef cookin'
So big headed my neck crooked, my niggas foul when the ref's lookin'.
My big bro is Mack Maine, so much weed I got grass stains.
Deez nuts, that's baggage claim, I'm on them trees like Candy Canes
Lil Tunechi!
I might book me for a show.
Charge my ass the low and pick up the whole dough.
That's hustlenomics, I was high in my class pictures.
I like math, all I did was add bitches.
Swagga galore, got your girl on all fours.
It's not doggystyle, I call it...Froggystyle.
You dog her out, I tell her, hop in.
2 Chainz, my first chain had a twin.
Gas in my blunt, watching ESPN.
And, if that pussy good I wanna see her again.
Yeah, I'm from College Park and I got ya broad with me.
Salt water pool, I can put a shark in it.
Everything authentic, plus I named my pistols.
Last name Fuck, first name I Don't Give A.
Pockets look pregnant, they 'bout to deliver.
So when I start pimpin', you know the procedure.
Yeah!
All my niggas gangstas, all my bitches freaks.
I tickle her pussy, got that pussy tickle pink
I'm the heart of the streets, and I just skipped a beat.
And if that pussy sweet, I want that candy, trick or treat.
I got diamonds in my teeth, so all my words are precious
I'm so fuckin' hot I sssssss....I'ma need some more S's
Man I'm on some other shit, I want another bitch.
That want another bitch, and I don't cuddle bitch.
I hit her with that shovel dick, I got in that pussy and dug a ditch.
Some people gotta punch the clock, man I rather punch a brick.
Cuz I'm that nigga, and I'm so cold I just shivered.
These niggas think they hard, these niggas just nipples.
I pop a nigga like a scicle, drop a nigga like a missle.
Mo' money mo' issues, I size you up then fix you.
Tunechi!
Gunwalk:
SPOILERI'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law.
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk.
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk.
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law.
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk.
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk.
And it's no talkin' back when my gun talk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk.
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk.
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk.
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk.
Uh, fuck that nigga, hoe ass nigga.
Leave that nigga with a toe tag nigga.
Barrel so long, you can pole dance, nigga.
Run up in ya house, where the dope at nigga.
Murder she wrote on a notepad nigga.
Light that nigga up, smoke that nigga.
Stomp that nigga, roast that nigga.
I walk around with this shotgun and this bitch bigger than me nigga.
Don't open up yo fuckin' mouth 'cuz I'll pull the trigger like teeth nigga.
Shoot 'em up, then leave nigga.
I smell summer's eve nigga.
We shoot first, it's better...to give than receive nigga.
[Chorus]
Keep that hoe shit over there.
And we don't shoot in the air.
I can't fuck with these niggas, man these niggas gummy bears.
Hair trigger on the gun, I pull that muthafucka hair.
It's like man you can't trust nobody, I don't even have a trust fund.
Don't buck, nigga. Don't stunt, nigga. Don't duck, nigga, cuz I duck hunt.
Bitch rock wit me, that glock wit me, that chopper wit me, obviously.
I'ma empty this muthafucka, that's fifty shots, approximately.
Now fuck with me, get fucked over. Emergency room: rushed over.
Hollow tips, in the clip, my gun loaded: yours sober.
I pull yo card like a lawn mower, fall back or I'm goin' forward.
I see you got yo gun drawn, I send you back to the drawin' board.
[Chorus]
Walkin' round this muhfukka limpin'.
Cuz the nose on the pistol 'bout as long as Scotty Pippen's.
On the molly and I'm twisted, throw ya body with the fishes.
Double back around that corner and I'm bodying the witness.
Uh, Real niggas don't talk much, do drive by's and walk ups.
Lame rappers that talk much get a broke jaw, star struck.
I don't fuck with the lame niggas, I got good aim nigga.
Pop a pill, pop you, my nick name is Pain Killer.
I'm still that same nigga, Eastside I rep that.
Pussy niggas better get right or where I see you, you get left at.
Use the rifle as my crutch, that's my gun walk.
Or we can hold a conversation, let the guns talk.
Gudda!
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law.
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk.
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk.
And there's no talkin' back when it go off.
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law.
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk.
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk.
[Chorus]
Back To You:
SPOILER[Now I know the only compass that I need.
Is the one, that leads back to you.
Now I know the only compass that I need.
Is the one, that leads back to you.]
She had cat lives, nine lives, no tan lines,
She ride me like a drive by, I'm real these niggas Sci-Fi.
But that's neither here nor there.
She been contemplating short hair.
She said she tryna be different
But she just like the rest of these bitches.
But that's neither here nor there.
And my dick is her chair.
It be sexual warfare, I be loaded like software.
Got so many hos, I'm ho'in, but she the only one worth knowin'
And yeah I do my dirt, but that's for the flowers to grow in.
I ain't trippin', but she be trippin'.
They ain't got shit on me, but she keep sniffin'.
Look girl, just gimmie that brain, and I'll return the favor.
Them hoes say I'ma dog, but how come I don't chase 'em.
I lick her with no chaser, I pick her out a line up.
I just wanted some time, she say "okay I'm ya honor".
But she been wantin' to break up, since dolce and gabbana.
All that ass I just be like come sit yo groceries on my counter.
I drink tea, she drink wine, call it tijuana.
I dyin' to meet a girl, but she want me to meet her momma.
Swear I'ma go Mr. Miyagi, ?-----?
The weed in funky, but I'm smelling fine.
Tunechi.
[Chorus]
I got that shit in my system.
Somebody gon' be my victim.
Eh, so where you at wit it.
Cuz I can't do it by myself, I need an ass-istant.
I got that good good, that get right.
That early morning, that midnight.
I beat it up, like a fist fight.
One, two, three, four, five, six nights.
That dick all in yo' windpipe.
Some of her friends I dislike.
Some of yo friends, they alright.
Sometimes I think y'all all dykes.
But fuck all that, I'm on one.
Don't wanna be with the wrong one.
That cold head, that warm tongue.
My third leg run marathons.
I feel you like I'm blind girl.
Can't you see, it's meant to be.
So come to me, then come for me.
My game cold, one degree.
I'm rollin' with two bad bitches cuz misery loves company.
One sweet, one sour, my honeybee and my bumblebee.
I miss you in the worst way, ride that dick no speed bumps.
No redlights, no stop lights, just get to Lil' Tunechi.
[Chorus]
Should I call somebody else?
Cuz girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself.
Girl you know it need some help, it'll make a nigga's day.
If you said you on your way, yeahhh.
Should I call somebody else?
Cuz girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself.
Girl you know it need some help, it make a nigga's day.
I just hope you know the way.
And she said.
[Chorus]
Trigger Finger:
SPOILERI ain't lookin' back, nigga.
I'ma douchebag to these pussy ass niggas.
Hammer in my draws but I nail yo bitch.
Blunts like fingers, I'm bout to make a fist.
Everybody die, gon' bury me alive.
Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside.
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas station adding fuel to the fire.
Life ain't shit but bitches and money.
Pass that weed, like I studied.
Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix.
Highway to Heaven, I'm taking the scenic.
You tied to the track of my train of thoughts.
And controlling my thoughts is like taming sharks.
And these hoes wanna kick it with me, I'ma sensei.
And I got fat pockets, you niggas in shape.
Tools on deck, tattoos on necks.
Life is a bitch, I'll make her yo ex.
Better turn to God, 'fore I turn to Godzilla.
How the fuck you gon' talk shit to diarrhea
Muthafucka it's on, I'm just rubbing 'em wrong.
Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone.
I'll have a broke muthafucka run in ya home.
For a crumb and a bone and put one in ya dome.
[one in ya dome. [x8]
Empty stomach, full clip.
I'm gon get it. Gon get it.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.]
I don't like to dream about gettin' paid.
You ain't gon hurt nobody like Kid 'n Play.
Ain't nun sweet but the codeine nigga.
Eyes hella red like chlorine nigga.
I was gettin' that pussy, I was gettin' that money.
Long hair, don't care, Hacksaw Jim Duggan.
Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step.
Two rights don't make a wrong, three rights, make a left.
The cops on my dick, the feds on my nerves.
I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words.
If she don't suck dick, I don't give her that dick.
Got the world in my hands, I'ma dribble that bitch.
Money is the issue, full court pressure.
I like my blunt, Nutty Professor.
I'ma straight rider with a getaway driver.
Hit you dead on the money now you dead on the rival.
I don't fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends.
But never too rich for new money.
These niggas buying hatorade by the twelve pack.
Like two stomachs.
I'm laced up like two shoes, miss goody.
Keep that ratchet nigga.
Trigger finger itchin', I'll scratch you nigga.
Blow yo fuckin' brains out in traffic nigga.
Got green, New Orleans, St. Patrick nigga.
One bitch on the whip, one on the phone.
The one on the phone, is in front of ya home.
She 'bout to run in ya home, and put one in ya dome.
[Chorus]
Rest in peace to the game 'cuz I'm fresh to death.
Rest in peace to the game, tell them kill theyself.
Make yo deathwish, cuz Im too fresh.
Cuz I'm fresh to death, Cuz I'm fresh to death
You go broke tryna get fresh like this.
Rest in peace to the game cuz I killed it.
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
What you talkin', I came out a coffin.
I just can't see myself, living in a house of mirrors.
I bought me a double R, cuz I went from rags to riches.
And these niggas nag like bitches.
Actin' like little fags like Richard.
And all of my bitches be bad as vision
You gotta problem I can fix it like a mathematician.
I ammunition, call me ammo for short.
Trukfit shirt, camo the shorts.
Ya girl is a freak, ya man is a narc.
Put ya son in ya arm, or put one in ya dome.
SPOILERI'm in the crib butt naked bitch.
She said my dick could be the next black president
Americans hate the I'm American.
Medicine, I treat it like peppermints.
Uh, I'm in the ocean getting shark pussy.
Shoot you in ya fuckin' mouth and make you talk to me.
Sometimes I need someone to talk to.
Cuz I Am Not A Human Being...Part Two.
Getting paid, show money for walk throughs.
Lettin' all these hoes ride my dick, car pools.
My bars passed the bar exam, no law school.
Cash Money Army, Veteran with my war wounds.
Uh, whatcha man doing?
I pop his muthafuckin' top like a can good.
And all my niggas that I roll with are hella armed.
And last night I took a transformer.
And had a dream that my dick turned to Megatron.
But my girl, was sleeping with Decepticons.
Money talks man and mine talks lecture long.
P-U-S-S-Y...my second home.
I be grindin' on them hoes like a half pipe.
She say "Tunechi you the shit you need your ass wiped"
I say "Before you gas me up, check the gas price."
Then I make her take this dick like advice.
She see-saw it, she suck it and enjoy it.
I stick it in her ass like some fucking steroids.
Jose Canseco, make no mistake
Like a white boy wearing black paint
You're a fake ass nigga.
Break pads nigga...wait.
You ain't in my weight class nigga.
Lookin' for the muthafuckin' man in the mirror.
Runnin' this shit like a faucet...Farrah.
Barra...cuda.
Who the fuck you are?
I can make ya bitch root for me like I grew her.
Bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure.
90 Billions bitches on my dick like a skewer.
That's Swag, I'm a True Blood, no fangs.
Been went Pro, now I'm going Propane
Bitch get off me, bitch get off me.
I got her over here blowing me like coffee.
Decafenated.
Hand me that paper like I graduated.
And I get head while it's decapitated.
Think it's a game nigga come play.
I'm with my killer bees...fuck bug spray.
Yeah, Young Money so gangsta.
I personally know strangers.
It's so strange but this girl named Dana.
Like to go anal.
Shoot 'em in his head, what's that? A no brainer.
Plain ol' nigga, but a break from the norm.
I wear my heart on my sleeve so don't be breakin' my arm.
I rather ring ya fuckin' neck before I ring the alarm.
I dream to meet a serial killer that'll bring me alone.
Wit 'Em.
I gotta hit 'em like redbones with long hair.
Fuck with me, ya ass is grass...get a lawn chair.
I was fucking before my dick started growin' hair.
Bitches sweatin' me like John Mayer, or warm air.
Mannn, nuts and bananas.
You know how the tables turn, where are your table manners?
If you fake, put a egg in ya shoe and scramble.
No rubber...I just fucked this piano.
Nigga.
Days & Days:
SPOILERMoney ain't shit, bitches ain't neither.
You know I'm on that grass, don't cut on the sprinklers.
Pussy on my mind, on my breath and on my fingers.
Niggas try to bite my style, but my style a jalepeno.
I got skinny ass jeans, trucks on the pocket.
Money talks, nigga, I'm caught up in that gossip.
You know all my bitches badder, and all my swishas fatter.
I milk this shit like cattle, that's my word like Scrabble.
And yo main girl is a hoe, I go Wayne's World in her throat.
She swallow so many nuts, you fuck around, find a squirrel in her throat.
I go tape worm in that hoe, let my snake squirm in that hoe.
Nigga we take turns in that hoe, these niggas so green they glow.
I am the best thing since wet pussy, on my private jet with my chef cookin'
So big headed my neck crooked, my niggas foul when the ref's lookin'.
My big bro is Mack Maine, so much weed I got grass stains.
Deez nuts, that's baggage claim, I'm on them trees like Candy Canes
Lil Tunechi!
I might book me for a show.
Charge my ass the low and pick up the whole dough.
That's hustlenomics, I was high in my class pictures.
I like math, all I did was add bitches.
Swagga galore, got your girl on all fours.
It's not doggystyle, I call it...Froggystyle.
You dog her out, I tell her, hop in.
2 Chainz, my first chain had a twin.
Gas in my blunt, watching ESPN.
And, if that pussy good I wanna see her again.
Yeah, I'm from College Park and I got ya broad with me.
Salt water pool, I can put a shark in it.
Everything authentic, plus I named my pistols.
Last name Fuck, first name I Don't Give A.
Pockets look pregnant, they 'bout to deliver.
So when I start pimpin', you know the procedure.
Yeah!
All my niggas gangstas, all my bitches freaks.
I tickle her pussy, got that pussy tickle pink
I'm the heart of the streets, and I just skipped a beat.
And if that pussy sweet, I want that candy, trick or treat.
I got diamonds in my teeth, so all my words are precious
I'm so fuckin' hot I sssssss....I'ma need some more S's
Man I'm on some other shit, I want another bitch.
That want another bitch, and I don't cuddle bitch.
I hit her with that shovel dick, I got in that pussy and dug a ditch.
Some people gotta punch the clock, man I rather punch a brick.
Cuz I'm that nigga, and I'm so cold I just shivered.
These niggas think they hard, these niggas just nipples.
I pop a nigga like a scicle, drop a nigga like a missle.
Mo' money mo' issues, I size you up then fix you.
Tunechi!
Gunwalk:
SPOILERI'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law.
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk.
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk.
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law.
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk.
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk.
And it's no talkin' back when my gun talk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk.
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk.
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk.
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk.
Uh, fuck that nigga, hoe ass nigga.
Leave that nigga with a toe tag nigga.
Barrel so long, you can pole dance, nigga.
Run up in ya house, where the dope at nigga.
Murder she wrote on a notepad nigga.
Light that nigga up, smoke that nigga.
Stomp that nigga, roast that nigga.
I walk around with this shotgun and this bitch bigger than me nigga.
Don't open up yo fuckin' mouth 'cuz I'll pull the trigger like teeth nigga.
Shoot 'em up, then leave nigga.
I smell summer's eve nigga.
We shoot first, it's better...to give than receive nigga.
[Chorus]
Keep that hoe shit over there.
And we don't shoot in the air.
I can't fuck with these niggas, man these niggas gummy bears.
Hair trigger on the gun, I pull that muthafucka hair.
It's like man you can't trust nobody, I don't even have a trust fund.
Don't buck, nigga. Don't stunt, nigga. Don't duck, nigga, cuz I duck hunt.
Bitch rock wit me, that glock wit me, that chopper wit me, obviously.
I'ma empty this muthafucka, that's fifty shots, approximately.
Now fuck with me, get fucked over. Emergency room: rushed over.
Hollow tips, in the clip, my gun loaded: yours sober.
I pull yo card like a lawn mower, fall back or I'm goin' forward.
I see you got yo gun drawn, I send you back to the drawin' board.
[Chorus]
Walkin' round this muhfukka limpin'.
Cuz the nose on the pistol 'bout as long as Scotty Pippen's.
On the molly and I'm twisted, throw ya body with the fishes.
Double back around that corner and I'm bodying the witness.
Uh, Real niggas don't talk much, do drive by's and walk ups.
Lame rappers that talk much get a broke jaw, star struck.
I don't fuck with the lame niggas, I got good aim nigga.
Pop a pill, pop you, my nick name is Pain Killer.
I'm still that same nigga, Eastside I rep that.
Pussy niggas better get right or where I see you, you get left at.
Use the rifle as my crutch, that's my gun walk.
Or we can hold a conversation, let the guns talk.
Gudda!
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law.
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk.
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk.
And there's no talkin' back when it go off.
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law.
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk.
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk.
[Chorus]
Back To You:
SPOILER[Now I know the only compass that I need.
Is the one, that leads back to you.
Now I know the only compass that I need.
Is the one, that leads back to you.]
She had cat lives, nine lives, no tan lines,
She ride me like a drive by, I'm real these niggas Sci-Fi.
But that's neither here nor there.
She been contemplating short hair.
She said she tryna be different
But she just like the rest of these bitches.
But that's neither here nor there.
And my dick is her chair.
It be sexual warfare, I be loaded like software.
Got so many hos, I'm ho'in, but she the only one worth knowin'
And yeah I do my dirt, but that's for the flowers to grow in.
I ain't trippin', but she be trippin'.
They ain't got shit on me, but she keep sniffin'.
Look girl, just gimmie that brain, and I'll return the favor.
Them hoes say I'ma dog, but how come I don't chase 'em.
I lick her with no chaser, I pick her out a line up.
I just wanted some time, she say "okay I'm ya honor".
But she been wantin' to break up, since dolce and gabbana.
All that ass I just be like come sit yo groceries on my counter.
I drink tea, she drink wine, call it tijuana.
I dyin' to meet a girl, but she want me to meet her momma.
Swear I'ma go Mr. Miyagi, ?-----?
The weed in funky, but I'm smelling fine.
Tunechi.
[Chorus]
I got that shit in my system.
Somebody gon' be my victim.
Eh, so where you at wit it.
Cuz I can't do it by myself, I need an ass-istant.
I got that good good, that get right.
That early morning, that midnight.
I beat it up, like a fist fight.
One, two, three, four, five, six nights.
That dick all in yo' windpipe.
Some of her friends I dislike.
Some of yo friends, they alright.
Sometimes I think y'all all dykes.
But fuck all that, I'm on one.
Don't wanna be with the wrong one.
That cold head, that warm tongue.
My third leg run marathons.
I feel you like I'm blind girl.
Can't you see, it's meant to be.
So come to me, then come for me.
My game cold, one degree.
I'm rollin' with two bad bitches cuz misery loves company.
One sweet, one sour, my honeybee and my bumblebee.
I miss you in the worst way, ride that dick no speed bumps.
No redlights, no stop lights, just get to Lil' Tunechi.
[Chorus]
Should I call somebody else?
Cuz girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself.
Girl you know it need some help, it'll make a nigga's day.
If you said you on your way, yeahhh.
Should I call somebody else?
Cuz girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself.
Girl you know it need some help, it make a nigga's day.
I just hope you know the way.
And she said.
[Chorus]
Trigger Finger:
SPOILERI ain't lookin' back, nigga.
I'ma douchebag to these pussy ass niggas.
Hammer in my draws but I nail yo bitch.
Blunts like fingers, I'm bout to make a fist.
Everybody die, gon' bury me alive.
Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside.
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas station adding fuel to the fire.
Life ain't shit but bitches and money.
Pass that weed, like I studied.
Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix.
Highway to Heaven, I'm taking the scenic.
You tied to the track of my train of thoughts.
And controlling my thoughts is like taming sharks.
And these hoes wanna kick it with me, I'ma sensei.
And I got fat pockets, you niggas in shape.
Tools on deck, tattoos on necks.
Life is a bitch, I'll make her yo ex.
Better turn to God, 'fore I turn to Godzilla.
How the fuck you gon' talk shit to diarrhea
Muthafucka it's on, I'm just rubbing 'em wrong.
Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone.
I'll have a broke muthafucka run in ya home.
For a crumb and a bone and put one in ya dome.
[one in ya dome. [x8]
Empty stomach, full clip.
I'm gon get it. Gon get it.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.]
I don't like to dream about gettin' paid.
You ain't gon hurt nobody like Kid 'n Play.
Ain't nun sweet but the codeine nigga.
Eyes hella red like chlorine nigga.
I was gettin' that pussy, I was gettin' that money.
Long hair, don't care, Hacksaw Jim Duggan.
Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step.
Two rights don't make a wrong, three rights, make a left.
The cops on my dick, the feds on my nerves.
I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words.
If she don't suck dick, I don't give her that dick.
Got the world in my hands, I'ma dribble that bitch.
Money is the issue, full court pressure.
I like my blunt, Nutty Professor.
I'ma straight rider with a getaway driver.
Hit you dead on the money now you dead on the rival.
I don't fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends.
But never too rich for new money.
These niggas buying hatorade by the twelve pack.
Like two stomachs.
I'm laced up like two shoes, miss goody.
Keep that ratchet nigga.
Trigger finger itchin', I'll scratch you nigga.
Blow yo fuckin' brains out in traffic nigga.
Got green, New Orleans, St. Patrick nigga.
One bitch on the whip, one on the phone.
The one on the phone, is in front of ya home.
She 'bout to run in ya home, and put one in ya dome.
[Chorus]
Rest in peace to the game 'cuz I'm fresh to death.
Rest in peace to the game, tell them kill theyself.
Make yo deathwish, cuz Im too fresh.
Cuz I'm fresh to death, Cuz I'm fresh to death
You go broke tryna get fresh like this.
Rest in peace to the game cuz I killed it.
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
What you talkin', I came out a coffin.
I just can't see myself, living in a house of mirrors.
I bought me a double R, cuz I went from rags to riches.
And these niggas nag like bitches.
Actin' like little fags like Richard.
And all of my bitches be bad as vision
You gotta problem I can fix it like a mathematician.
I ammunition, call me ammo for short.
Trukfit shirt, camo the shorts.
Ya girl is a freak, ya man is a narc.
Put ya son in ya arm, or put one in ya dome.
my dick go paaah
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