Letras
Yeah
Yuh
We out here
I'm king of the Savannah
Got this tiny little fling with a piranha
This dannah bitch bite like a dog
I ain't got no time for Rico spitting bombs
Skipper better put you into place
You gone
So bitch get
Shot
In the back
By my Kodak ultramax
Better run
It's a fact
You ain't get them coins stacked
Zoovenier in the shop
Gonna spend em on a glock
Pop pop goes the croc
He done missed that deadlock
Mini golf
Mini game
All the same
Got the main
Marty play
Hear them say
Julien's got my back
He's da g hear that whack
Golf ball on the track
Hole in one get smacked
Bitch
What's that word
Mur-der
It's your turn to get stirred
Checkmate
All them lemurs home safe
Ha burn try again
You think I'm a faux-naïf
Stupid huolongchushui shooting like a primate
Syncopated I'm just trying to learn a lesson
All these wires feeling crossed like Smith & Wesson
I can never own a yellow car
But at least it's in a bar
I'm never too far
From starting me a war
I like it chilly
But I can't handle chilli
Feeling really silly
Might just eat a Billy
I just came from Philly
Think I might've came in Filly
Give me a chance to prove it and I'll slice off your fucking willy
Whoah
No respect for the fossa that I'm killing
Toss a baby Krillin
Now I'm in a treehouse chilling everyday
And I think this fuzzy boy might be gay
But it's okay he don't really play
See me acting up
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