When it comes to spittin that piff...know sumthin...
my flows running...like a bloody nose cuzin...
when it comes to hittin that bitch...no frontin...
my pole cumming...spraying like a fire hose does it...
yeah...ya bitch loves my style...indeed...
which is why her face gets drowned in cream...
catch me riding around the beach...with a mouth of trees...
while titties get me inna better mood...
in a leather blue...LT...on cinderella shoes...
that instead of spinning they never move...
I'm a clever dude...rolling the block...holding the glock...
hawking for a hoe to open her crotch...
weither she want to or not...gyeah...far from flossy...-the boss is godly...
rip tracks...and spit crack...with the kinda big dick and chips that kids lack...
so get...back...or get smashed with the quickness...
doggy you ain't gotta ask who the sickest...
Curtisey's raw...only mac's you know...come with a keyboard...
I'm a beast boooy...a nigga told you he does this...
let a chick swallow...cause she said that she loves kids...
hit clubs...twist bud...ball out...get drunk...then end up onna broad couch...
take her draws south...then make the bitch flip like Domonique Daws...
when she riding the horse...watch her lips polish the balls...
till I explode...and my 9 inch neck blow...
ma loves to ingest those skeets on her chest whole...
just guess who got the best flow...
I leave niggas like young pussey...stay getting wet...oh...
no...he didn't...duck when he spittin...
eat chicken...but never eat chickens...
unless the cooch bald...plus...when I do broads up...that goo paste...
they all nut...like fruitcakes...never keep my boots laced...
but when I kick a rhyme...the shit sound so sweet...it gives beat gets a tooth ache...
wrists are never iced out...but I do skate...
-nigga I'm too great...
