ok this really ain't no rock shit, but uhm, ahem, ah, LET'S GO! HOLLYGROVE MONSTER NEW ORLEANS MANIAC SHOOT A NIGGA UP UNTIL HIS WHOLE BODY AIN'T ATTACHED
Hi, my name is best rapper alive And your mouth is the best crapper alive Cuz you talk shit, I get hit and walk it off Like fuck that, then I just spit like barking dogs Call it bust back, attitude like fuck em all And I'm greezy and your boyfriend is a butterball What's geezy, I mean what's good, bitch is you blind Check my watch bet it be money all the time Sunny on the side where I stay at Where MIA at? I get pussy every time I say that In the game room, I don't play that Bitch nigga get laid down where he lay at AK at your front doh Young Zo You can ask Brisco Shoot til my wrist soh Coupe wit a bitch low Who put the slickpull I'm tired of the south, so in your mouth is where the dick go Yeahh........ They like it when I say yeah huh And your boyfriend's a tampon And I don't own land baby I own the land mines So step on my land baby and catch a bomb like Anquan Weezy F. and the F is for franchise You lookin at me is like you're lookin through ant eyes Young Money can't die, bitch we like Hancock Yeah I'm a Martian watchu sayin Spock I turn your beef into a ham hot Then I put it in a pan pot Shoot til my hand hot I can't hear you sayin stop I hear Nina sayin pop I hear choppers sayin chop I hear niggas screamin and shit Like I said holla at ya boy bitch But holla at ya boy bitch I'm the boy bitch Not ya boy bitch Cuz ya boy a Bitch! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
