Paroles

Turn the airport to a shooting range, let my nuts hang Big pistol with a dick in it, tell me what you claim Fuck the fame, I'ma rape the game Keep on slanging 'caine, 'til the cop come What's the outcome, just somebody slain Laying on the couch with some oxys and a fat bitch You thinking she bad, but to me she kinda average All these rappers lame as fuck, all your hoes been acting up I'm chopping up some product for ya bitch, you bet I serve a cut Don't get it confused, pop the fuse then it's time to dip Allah Akbar, Jihad when I hit a lick Been a fiend since Burt, beer goggles, views from the fifth Choppers rain heavy down in Mexico, let it rip Stick shift swerving, I'm way even out in ATL They calling me the goat, all I know is how to give 'em Hell Shake been doing well, can't you tell how I play with words Now you mad as fuck 'cause the dragon came and pulled your girl I ain't just a dragon, call me Moses how I water whip Rap made me a monster, I'm a product so I gotta flip All these loose lips, sink ship but they sucking dick Ain't no problem with 'em long as I don't get a fucking jit Two perkys and a xan, that's a sleeping bag I got two bad bitches in my sleeping bag Finna' suck me up, told her best let me go smash Boy don't test your luck, turn the venue to a boxing match Two perkys and a xan, that's a sleeping bag I got two bad bitches in my sleeping bag Finna' suck me up, told her best let me go smash Boy don't test your luck, turn the venue to a boxing match Two perkys and a xan, that's a sleeping bag I got two bad bitches in my sleeping bag Finna' suck me up, told her best let me go smash Boy don't test your luck, turn the venue to a boxing match
Writer(s): Michele Scatamacchia, Andrew Adolph Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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