Yup...bodies in parts underneath the spinners...if I'm ever hungry you'll get it...
roll bundled weed and spinach...listen...It gets my mind rite...
come to me my niggas...I be sonning queefs...baretta thunder speech...-dip...
str8 cut and weave...living the high life...lifting the nine right...out of the left...
smoke came outta ya chest...see your brains covering face...dunny cover ya face...
getting blunted and race...my 4 20's number ya days...like getting younger with age...
my gutterest ways...smother the funk like a skunk in the rain...
flip burgers...can I take ya order?...scrapes of baking soda...
u want weight u gotta wait..-but hold up.....
gotta wade the water...move a 8th to Dakota...eyes forward when jakes came to roll up...
razor blades...Vega rolled up...3k on the rental just to make a quota...
u don't know shit...manolo kicks...lorenzo solo kits...ya chick head bobbing like a pogo stick...
oro slick...gold photo shit...more arms than Goro...Abobo hits...
whole palms of nodoze...even Shaq don't hold those bricks...
holes given to...any yo-yo diss...the 4-4 RIPP...
sun toucher...the gun busta ya...so used to the palm...its got no-more grip...
but when this robo-kiss...it leave niggas with more fillings...than a ho-ho bitch...
niggas is co-co crisps...getting bones devoured...
gingerbread man...yeah these po-po's wish...
my snow grown then powdered...only thing you cats streatch and sniff...is dough and flowers...
5"8-1/2...after lacing the lab...a nigga lacing the lab...
shake bake it and stash...brake 8-1/2...exchange it for cash...
mistaking the math...that's a no-no kid...
I'm str8 gutta...-yeah u know those Bricks.....
