![]() In route to Houston with a contribution full of Monster juices Niggas prostitutin', these rappers ain't talkin' 'bout shitĪin't got a house to live in, ain't got a pool to swim inĬhange in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it She got a Golden Globe head and an Oscar booty I'ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter Tell a doc that's tryna to save your life and runnin' wires through you I'm a silent shooter with a silent shooterĬlap at you, if you don't die, I'll boo ya Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar It make me text all my enemies and tell 'em I don't need 'em I'm the reason, got they eyes wide but too blind to see it He the one who told me that sometimes you gotta leave ya la familia When she left her thong, that's paraphernalia Once they dead and gone, no paraphernalia These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons Yeah, cannibalism goin' animalistic in a land of civilians Got my neighbor's eyes bigger than the Simpson'sĪnd her man is simple so I had to pimp herĪnd she had potential but he lacked credentialsĪnd send you back lookin' like the Dracula bit you (Rrr!) Neither of her friends do, I think that's official Throwin' pool parties, she don't have a swimsuit Hair triggers, fingers finna act like bristlesĪnd I catch a triple, flip kick jiu-jitsu Now we at his villa, aiming at his pillows If ya nigga miss you and he have opinions With a throat deep enough to land a missile With an ass that jiggle with a grab or tickle Where the wettest clitoris and fattest nipples? That's a body count, where the mathematician? Now your good luck lookin' like you crackin' mirrors Hungry artists or starvin' artists in the kitchenĭon't make a difference if you taste the differenceīetter pay the difference to the racketeers Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses Then it's back to business and we laugh at sentencin' I know Dream Chasers that ain't never dreamt itĪnd I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny JC Penny's, I got bitches gettin' tired of spendin', spend it Wendy's, Denny's like she tired of Macy's While your bitch givin' me her twenty-twenty like she tired of Mickey-D's I don't fuck with cops, that's the piggly wigglyįuck my bitch's friends, and they friendly-friendly ![]() I don't fuck with rats, neither Minnie, Micky Put a stockin' on my face and hit a lick in' I'm the sickest nigga skippin' doctors visitsīut my pots is pissy, smokin' hockey sticky I got some hookers hookin' up with some politicansĪnd some athletes and some college niggas I got some bullets, gon' pull up in hoodies and come take a look-see Y'all just pussy, get buried together and let 'em play footsie I name the trigger, Benjamin Button, push 'em (Bam!) She was playin' with herself and I looked up (Damn!)
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