Shut the fuck up, bitch Talkin shit When the 6-10 splits get off and take a left on St. Bernard Drive a little bit Then it hits Oh shit! You just drove down the road to Yung Plague's pit With a pit in the yard Feed you to my dog then I yawn Bury your bones until dawn Mow the lawn to make it seem neat like a bed Bitch, I'll sleep when I'm dead Dreaming while they zipping up the body bag from my fucking Feet up to my head
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Sucka busta fuck that bitch Ain't got no friends they all turned snitch Trust no one they bound to switch Trust no bitch just give them dick Gutta south pimp with the gold on my wrist Empty the clip 'til the chamber go click No faking no flodgin my record legit I'm banking and dodgin from five-o my clique Cut throat cut dope with the all black blade Sniff coke fuck hoes while I'm laying in the shade I live up in hell and I sleep in a grave And if you can't tell bitch I'm fucking insane Pop pop pop pop make the bodies go drop Busting these suckas and swerving on cops Almighty 59 ain't got time for no ops 666 I'm so damn highTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
