Tree hugging the wall-ass bitches fuck with a baller

Hard as a wrecking ball

Crush your walls and fuck up your karma

Honor roll on your daughter

Leave a puddle of water

That's hot as your son's man, tell him not to step on the daughter's

Melodica minus the mellows, dick with a A

Suck it, no K, but this shit's busting

No spray on a bitch cousin

Don't play when an itch coming

Just pray for the kiss of cunnilingus

And the gun barrel he ain't gonna be missed there, just tell him to

Fuck shit up bitch break your

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You remember that shit?

Aye, aye

Is he paying attention?

In a minute the walls will be bleeding, no trigger

They wash off the rest of the semen they missed

But step off before you get red on your dress

Head from the best

Let it digress

Degrade, debase, the shade, the race

The ride, the client is payin' for face

And time is funny, ain't it with a gun

Can paint it the color, but reverends have run

This town, this fucking club

Foot on the neckbone, in the gut

Shot of the 'trone, the heem, the belly, the lean

The Louie, the crown, the sound, the scene

The cut, trying to cut

Lay in the cut, blood from the cut

Look at it, they cuttin' the neck and exposing the guts

So get in their shit, let 'em bitch if you ready to

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I don't even know what the fuck he was talking about...

Hey you... hey you see that shit when he did that?

Fire all over the ceiling, in the fucking building

The plaster is peeling

They built it so that our good leadership

Feelings could have a way out

Break shit

Killers ain't dripping off burning

They burn for the burners to have a reason

To come out to the corner

To find a lesser and to learn em' a thing

Or three hundred and twenty one son of a gun

Or a runner of Uzi that's weighing a ton

Or a toner, a tuner or lunatic

Moving these units like glue, how they do it

And sticking that, clicking that

Click and they clack

'Cause that's sound of a MAC in the trunk full of hools

Make 'em sit in the back of the Acura, accurate

Adequate at it again they'll come back for this win

And unless you are certain, you ready to...

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