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11 Şubat 2014
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Where is the guillotine? Let him eat yellow cake
Shooter with a nuclear family of
Killers willing to juice the concentrate
Fool it's a sauna, light a fire under your honor
They talking life to a lifer, I'm liking the odds
Give me the water, give her the pill, give him the needle
Fetal Baileys of this world all getting killed someday
Say partner, say dog, say what? Say what's going on, pause
This is a stick up, stuck up motherfucker come get some
Jet some, he floss some, flock some
Boss, um, they got salads to toss, um
Crosses to burn, um, losses to learn from
Call us to turn up
A tear the club up thug, a Juicy J on a motherfucker
They cutting the rug up, a cut up motherfucker looking like Lady Luck
So buck up young buck, we got bucks like hoes got fucks to give
She don't give a fuck, shit you better not
Heads high, kill 'em with the kill 'em with the feel 'em
If you feeling it a filibuster feeling busting
Feeling bust you feel like busting out
Bedside manner with some dead eye candy
Apple red dye fanny packers, hacker baby fat
I better back it up
Where the titties at? Show that kitty cat
Better getting milky with the silky weave
Sweating on the satin sheets
Rap about it, be about it, be about it, beat it up
The beef is in the freezer but he keep that heater creeping up
Shorty boo, baby mama make it clap, give it up
Drop it low, push it, spread it, bite it, kill it, get it, get it
Throwing paper for the coochie, slapping Gucci
Rocking Gucci, give her Gucci, get the pussy wetter
And the better in the car
Whipping the Rolls, rolling a blunt, dick in the hoe
Making it buck, faking the funk season
Partner it's two season
Fuck with a pimp C-walk with a little bit of mouth
Feasting 'em out, preaching on a soapbox
Botox cold cock hoe, watch it
Who gonna fuck with the trillest?
The building they building out there
On the block got no windows up in it
Back like it's crack for the roaches and rats
Giving dap to the dividends, backhand a bitch in the car
Stars are for rappers, the televised trappers
This shit is the realest, that's how come he feel it
So hard he will knock it while driving to work
And he work on the first and the fifteenth
When Ox got the check in they pockets
He pick it, she lock it, she roll it and drop it
The acid is burning the weed
Smoke it out high as a bird from the trees
Cali dro, calico cataracts freeze
Hands in the sky, diving and driving the Lambo
And crying from coming down hard
Pulling the card, carrying hood motherfucker my lord
Balls of the word, scriptures is semen
They seeming disturbed, flipping the bird
Kicked to the curb, you're hungry with yams to be served
Written by: Daveed Diggs, Jonathan Snipes, William Hutson
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