Before I leave the house I take the wrinkles out my shirt Beat it till it hurt You can't see me on this earth Bitch I'm fresh to death might drop nine thousand on my hearse You not finding justice where I come and it hurts
You get a sensation when them licks turn to work Dick in the dirt, bitch I'm alert Butch be getting blessings after thinking he was cursed Walk around these blocks I pray to God I don't get murked Every corner I be on I swear it gotta church I blow gas just like I burped That's a mattress full of purp I throw money at the clerk Fuck a check I go berserk Got Menyelek on my shirt Now she lifting up her skirt (Let's Go!) Keep yo hand I'm ready! I take a breath on that trigger I'm steady Flesh on your fleece no no this ain't spaghetti My knees are weak‚ my arms are heavy Taking a break‚ now I am deadly If you know me I don't rock no Giuseppe's They in the closet your swag is R. Kelly These niggas jelly‚ I'm watching the Jellies And there is nothing you niggas can tell me It ain't a drug that you niggas can sell me You try'na base your whole off of Belly? I'm try'na get a new bag like next week Still eat the noodles I live at the deli Girl right beside me a Liza Minnelli This rap shit my hobby You niggas ain't ready You know where find me in case you want test me (Is somebody saying something?)
Play no games no arcade All about the rackades I'ma blow her back out Give that bitch a back ache All about them rackades Let it rip like Beyblade In that Pelle Pelle Might call up young Jefe Play no games no arcade All about the rackades Ima blow her back out Give that bitch a back ache All about them rackades Let it rip like Beyblade In that Pelle Pelle Might call up young Jefe
Before I leave the house I take the wrinkles out my shirt Beat it till it hurt You can't see me on this earth Bitch I'm fresh to death might drop nine thousand on my hearse You not finding justice where I come and it hurtsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
