Knock knock who is it (yo yo open up) This young Butchy I got hold of ya digits I just came through and thought I'd pay you a visit Ya boy down bad so Ima need you to listen Ok Remember when I had the job at the dental school I simmer through the memories of getting them residuals From filing no exemptions Now it's fucking up the pensions Who invented IRS I can't be fucking with you niggas Got shit to buy I ride with no ties Slide wit no glide I mind my own business Really stuck in lab I'm at it like chemist Ya bastard got feelings Well mine still diminished Fine I still kick it Push it Still whip it Pull it I got dope in my socks She wanna hit it Sniff it That's a deal for real I want mills for real I smoke and toke blunts full of thrill for real In a secretive way I succeed everyday When it's all in my head Ima need it to stay I was good before but now I'm better forever I was good before but now I'm better forever
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Moving on calloways no tees we mini mooching Lingering waves no battle plays no heavy shooting Bangaranging them salad days We hooking cookies Talk to my bookie i'm busy like bees shaking knees Nieces and nephews deposit give em half of my profit Since Fonzarelli no mozzarella checks at the deli They need two forms of i.d. I need sources to bleed Forcing the corpses to hammer dance stamping the fortress Chores for divorces i'm Even Steven lamp on my the porches I hug the heater three sweaters see the breathing i'm leaving Graces and traces no love jones three in a row creeping Broke dick love sick cold and alone eating Pockets were bone peaked Now they with gold leaking Still we need home teaching dome reaching gone leave it Chilling with my pit bull brindle at home thinking Nothing better than home except when i'm in my zone speakingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
