Yea, n-gga I’m gon ahead and murder this sh-t Voice gone and sh-t, I think it’s gonna make it sound a little ill, just a little iller Yup, Fayettenam, n-gga
Yea, Carolina blue kicks pedal to the medal Feeling like a puppet and the devil is Geppetto Letter to the ghetto-hold ya head high You can pick apart my raps I ain’t told ya na’ lie I want a little darker, like to f-cking tan line Go on, look for a better n-gga, girl you can’t find Fine young man with an old man mind, no time for the tickle, f-ck the whole mankind Aw no ma’am, I’m an old land mine I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time, now I’m armed and I’m- Fayettenam’s finest, Carolina saviour, marijuana blazer Only on occasion cause my mind be racing Lost in my thoughts so my eyes be Asian Thinking how these rap n-ggas got to be faking Whole style obviously copied, pasted-plagiarized swag May arrived last but when it’s all said and done I’ma be ahead of them Way that I describe it, prescribe a n-gga medicine Way that I be fly-I be higher than the Jet-e-sons Moving on up, n-gga higher than the Jeffersons All about the Benjamin’s, bad chicks send em’ in! Basic hoes toss em out! can’t even get waffle house Hating n-ggas chalk em out! Go and get the coffin out What chu talking bout? Little man, my sh-t hair burning you not even a little tan I’m I’ll enough to kill cancer, baby I’m Chemo Down in Miami, and I throw like Marino
Get a whole lot of you know, and she bald like an eagle. No, not up top, but down there she said she want to hop on top girl I don’t care You better get yours before I reach mines cause then I’m throwing peace signs If you a freak I can take you to ya peak, girl I do it to the maxima-Nissan And I hope you a believer I’m quarterbacking trynna get cha open like receivers Far from an overnight achievers, Cole is like the leader of the new n-ggas! To tell the truth, I’m only f-cking with a few n-ggas, if that! The rest of ya’ll n-ggas get lapped I sit back, and reflect on the rap game I came from out of no where N-gga, I swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare Got n-ggas shouting out “The Ville-I got to go there! ” Boy, don’t you know you get shot over there? I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair, A bunch of backstabbing n-ggas hope the knife ain’t there A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there Yea late at night, when I got the phone call and made her right When my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head, hit it then I quit it ‘fore she even made the bed Damn I’m no good But damn it’s so good I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would Something like Rihanna while I’m up in that vagina Type of chick that only dress in something thats designer I could give a f-ck long as there’s something that’s behind her Got the type of bump that make a dog want to hump her Back to the topic-actually forgot it Hoes, money, I’m the shit… oh yea I’m reminded The way I put the words together cleverly align them These other rap n-ggas shouldn’t never be a problem And I’m ghost!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
