Hah
I love my stove (,)
Ayy, yuh, yeah
I be eatin' the pussy, sippin' Henny, I’m gon' fuck it up
I got all the fuckin' bands, ho, we can chill or some’n
I don’t wan' care no more, that nigga, you should give me your shit
Smokin' Backwoods, side nigga, I’ma slice you up or some’n
Gang gang, he ain’t flippin' no shit
Yo' bitch do the same thing, but I ain’t change
This Scotch got me real fucked up, she finna get fucked up
I’m a fucking bartard, got all the heart, I gotta lick her cunt
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I know lots of niggas that got guns for fun
And when they handlin' the drum they go dun-dun-dun
Because they cover up this rain and cover up the sun
«I don’t self-snitch,"tell 'em if you up to some
But I cap in my raps, so the rats cannot tell the difference
I like snorting smack off her back while I’m acid trippin'
I might put the 'Gnac in my crack, now my butthole sippin'
Bitch, I like to cap, like a hat, anarchy the mission
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