Founds total 13 songs
Lean
Oh shit, yea, shut up bitch. Bitch, bitch shut up. The fuck up, the fuck you talkin', shut the fuck up. Bitch. . Related. . Naughty & Nice Christmas Songs.
Hcapd
Many men has met his fate, murder I premeditate. The world is low, the devil waits so I stay high as heaven gates. See I'm on it everyday, minutes never go to waste.
Bitches
Bitch. It's the 5-9 taper fade, sideline Laker game. High time save a page, they already know the name. Doms in this bitch I mean it's real sh*t taking place.
Snow White
Gold Chains and some J's like Nas in illmatic. I'm so real, I'm something to feel, peel fabric. My folks kill, they hunt every meal, meat cabbage. Lyrically get out my way, protein the beats radish.
50
I'm a lotta narcotics, flow aquatic atomic. The way I rhyme in Islamic promises, ignorance is common sense. Straining my gluteus, f*cking hungry hippopotamus.
Real Bitch
I'm tired of these hoes (hoes). I need a real bitch. To handle all the things. That I don't wanna deal with, oh. I said I need a real bitch. She buys her own accessories, and her heels sick.
Grill
Keep Smokin'. Keep Smokin'. Bring something new to the table. And I don't want yams because I had some yesterday. But I can smoke grams blaze one almost everyday.
Astro
I said niggas be takin' life too serious. I swear my music take lives - uh, period. Mellowhype, things are dependent-free mind-pyramids. Breaking walls down, never a Black Hawk Down, oh.
Sorry
Ooh ooh ooh ooh sorry, ooh ooh ooh ooh sorry. . Well I came home from work in the middle of the day. Two hours early, but a little too late. She was coming down the stairs, looking mighty grand.
Burger
Nigga this is my cup, drink the cyanide up. Dope as fuck so I would really shoot a group of guys up. Deep thought, I'm often lost (Fuck it) put me next to awesome.
P
Okay, welcome to my 12 bar. The beat, wears it like a kevlar. As I smoke my tree, medlar, South African. Coughing 'til there's pains in my fucking abdomen.
Analog
I can grab the fireworks, the soda, all the cookies we can eat. Make you nauseous but be cautious, this is not Dawson's Creek. We could sneak away, fuck it, you could bring an eighth.
Oldie
[Intro: Taco]. Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album. You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas. Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle.
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