Well you broke all of my mirrors but i sure as hell can smoke and it's all i've got to prove this isn't just an inside joke we've rhymed and reasoned
hoes wobble like a bridge in a earthquake Never see me out 'cause I live in my workplace I'll give you the business so button up your shirt straight
your fur I know exactly where You'd like me to touch you So I'ma feel up on it, touch up on it Kiss up on it, rub up on it I know that you need my
your pants, take off your shirt Take off your bra, take off your thongs Girl, it's your birthday, leave your heels on Can we do it with your heels on
it, light it up Say light it, roll it, light it up Say roll it, light it, light it up Say roll it, light it, smoke it up Say roll it, light it, smoke it up
your smirk on Night, night lights, dim it down, get your mirk on Later I see you in hell, get your bird on Filled with embalming fluid, get your serve
Everyday I get up And drag myself out of bed While you're still sleeping On your tummy With your long legs spread Call me a copy cat Dressed Kiss you
the sun or up in the shade on the top of my escalade Maybe your girl and my friend can trade Tag team, off the ropes, on the ocean or in the boat Factories or on
kind circulation Breathin', eatin' the whole situation When we do our shit, we do our shit for real While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats Compose your
one in the head Niggas thinkin' they the don, 'til they shit get bombed I put 4 in your shootin' arm, 2 in your legs Like 10 in your chest, the last one in your
old-ass E.T. shirt on my back And I'm sleeping in the gutter Right next to Jam Town's mother I'm eating dead rats in the street I keep on checking for
me you faggots So I throw my legs onto moving cars, you got your habits I don't consider it hurting myself, it brings me joy Now shut the fuck up here Batter up
up your shirt and show some love Fun bags, high beams, rack, top shelf nugs, cupcakes, flopadoodles let me see them jugs and Victoria baby don't ya keep
Fuck it if your jealous Gather crackers with flowers around 'em Keep you eyes around 'em Buck dishes, dial your ambulance I'm on a mission Open up your
mugs get crushed up, your bra's showin', pickin' dust up You light your trees up, I'm just the man to skin yo' knees up Walk behind you, tuck your stomach
about you errday, so you gotta maintian, Get up out this okay, though I know you hot cause your homeboys shittin on ya, fuck them niggas tho, You dont need em on
somebody fucked up the generator Talkin' welfare, cheese, franks and beans Mud stains on mockneck shirts and tainted jeans Twisted up, how the fuck we get bended up
