Lyrics

This shit should be against the law For me to be this raw I wonder who's keeping score My pinkie ring lookin like it needs dethawed Drinking Jim Beam PBR I think she caught eye contact recognized I rap Now she's in awe My pressure might take your breath away she need CPR CNT from the G.C, we them boys Some rap some keep that soft Got the weed, got the speed, we got that boy ? Talking bout the geeked up? Got a glee 44 off in the glove box Cocked if somebody on my team get robbed We gon' leave this apartment looking Like a? party like I've seen from SAW ? Everything in place, funny how much money that my ink pen made From New Zealand to England they scream my name I ain't stoppin' till I'm kingpin paid Pussy pig skin pink and she keep her thing thing shaved But her face really not that attractive Tried to snort up all the blow, I'mma tell her go Cuz she got a nose like a shop vac attachment Fuck a ho with my gold chain on? glasses Soap opera actor, no far from it Let the bitch ride, I don't need carpoolin ????? Why you gotta throw salt, y'all talk too much Can't dodge bullets, no Keanu Reeves You make believe like Apollo Creed Somebody put the crown on me Cuz I've been living like a king, I got my feet up Keep it peaceful but my homie got the heater You know we strappin, I don't pay attention to your mean mugs CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us You know you can not Get my shit for free when I see my weed plug Couple bitches in the bathroom doing key bumps They going in and all around the world and I receive love CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us You know you can't, bitch Should have known I fuck a story on the mic like Conan I stretch you out like a Trojan man Who the fuck said you my broham Somebody call the animal control on him Like a Doberman bit his owner's hand On the road with the dopest fans I can tell you wanna grow like a coca plant I done fucked that bitch, but we don't hold hands Your new girlfriend is an old romance You can have that bitch I can't Remember that much about the times we fucked But I know that she don't suck dick that great Man I wish you luck, got the pistol tucked In a midnight Chevy Colorado Long hair hangin' out the beanie People see me and they say I'm like a fat Paul Amato (sp) Get your head cracked like a half an avocado Split wide, homies can not have you in their household Zip tie, talking shit I'll run into your mouse hole Bitch, I rest in peace, speaker??? Homie hit me up in heaven now And they proud sayin' Rittz still spazzin Made another independent biz transaction Sitting in the crib with a bitch Bout to hit this dab rig I've been living like a king, I got my feet up Keep it peaceful but my homie got the heater You know we strappin, I don't pay attention to your mean mugs CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us You know you can not Get my shit for free when I see my weed plug Couple bitches in the bathroom doing key bumps They going in and all around the world and I receive love CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us You know you can't, bitch I've been living like a king, I got my feet up Keep it peaceful but my homie got the heater You know we strappin, I don't pay attention to your mean mugs CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us You know you can not Get my shit for free when I see my weed plug Couple bitches in the bathroom doing key bumps They going in and all around the world and I receive love CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us You know you can't, bitch
Writer(s): Roy Tyler James, Jonathan Matthew Mccollum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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