Man I'll be lacing at my blue chuck rash in the left side West coast will be getting home for her best ride Step into my zone with your best doubt taste out Fresher than a mother fucking gangster yes out Test drive your bitch nothing rhythm by far Blow your brains out nigger you should have had a better boss I'm taking morphine in the old school whore school Her eighty betty I play with her old tool My space ship right about with her new shoes Been Cush that I blow staring like mule dude You said you real fool nigger I feel you When it's not clear plow
I'm a boss you salad toss Toss salad bitch fuck around I'm a boss I'm a mechanic I fix the metal I make it solid puf a tail like Joel Pharel Can't you see I got them new shoes [?] Can't even enunciate it don't know how to spell it Pump with Diesel jet fuel hope for clientele New dude I ain't tell you to stop Might as well ask for radical money Don't go hungry for them brains I got bitches and money from here to New Orleans I'm the richest I'm hungry for it fuck them triple bitch I'm a hit them niggers with a triple B Bring down on my [?] gettem hitem set them down Nigger hitem [?] I'm going to tell again about the pound Why you hit the town my momma lay em down Like a bossTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
