myself fading within. And every time I said goodbye. Another part of me would die. Leaving me here with so much hatred - my need for you has DISSIPATED!. Its such a
far Rotgut whiskey and homemade wine Make a good country boy just lose his mind Like a runaway train rollin' through the night The boy ain't got no fear Like a
wanna do?) I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off (Talkin' all that fuckin' shit) I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off (Fightin' niggas over a
got the chicken out there dirty, with a lot of sticky Hear me this and I think I blowed a gram Now I'm seein' me a little silhouette of a mind Yeah,
Pimp shit, hits never miss those red Settin' you a miss, when I spray the AK Plus I flex-a hella gay, will you catch a boy? Ever since a boy, always
N Laz Dayz Hypnotize, and blazed another gold plate Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate I got a 357, a tec with a black clip A 180 pounds
t play wit Lord at all You dealin wit some now you pissin down your leg and got a gun against your head you know dis lead is for a bloody brawl I'm tryna
Full of marijuana niggas in the middle in a trauma While they throwin' 'bo's they snatchin' hoes that stuck in a coma Any thick lil' fine bitch come on through a
need a warm cup For a dick and two balls it's Paul in a Jag But ain't bout' to brag, I'm trying to grab A little hot somethin' skately wag Some 'bout
-erp, sip, sippin' sippin on some, sip Sippin' on some siz-erp, sip, sippin' sippin on some, sip I'm trill working the wheel, a pimp not a pimp Keep
never ran up yo a trunk, blastin' on a fuckin' punk Toxicated, high, or drunk, try and grab the closest pump Never flodged on how I lived, fight a nigga over a
block off You a weak ass bitch and your CD cover show With your fake ass face, I been knowin' ya so I know a sissy hoe Yeah, I know, this a triple six
the ball of snow? (Ball of snow) How high can you get wit a Optimo? (Optimo) How high can you get in a bathroom? (Bathroom) How high can you get in a
, brains on the ground, with a cannon round Ball bat, bash him in his back, beatin' bitches down Battle like blaze from the cross, that he never found Catch a close encounter from the anarchism of these A
the crept To take your time to fucking sex I never would a will a swept Knowing she'd be chewing paint All my boys the more the better Not a week but
Murder list is specialist, clickin' on this medicine Unloadin' a Tec in this, hang you by your neck-a-lace All in for the blessedness, Lord infamous reck-a
a stain Old folks scared of eye-gain, at the window pane They be lookin' wit a migraine While I catch a drain and you know it's a fuckin' shame When
