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Yeah
Huh
Okay
Wow
Looking at the clock
I can see the time hours
That's just me myself and I
Cause I second hand smoke every minute hand out
Took the cannon on a trip
You know how it panned out
Caribbean in for a hit
For a couple bands I employed
Shorty sells .50 sea shells on the sea shore
Eagle to his head
He really is an island boy
No kids but she asking me to buy them toys
She want me to bop it twist it and flick right per noise
She making
I'm liking the taste and I might implore for it
Miguel got me talking all I adore for it
Damn when we done I can tell why she hate me
Mad I cant give her cat babies litter
And even if I could get her pregnant
I'd be bussing on the couch
Ain't my girl
You my babysitter
Lex stop
Please you joking
Being high heals
That's all that weed I'm Toking
I'm the realest chosen
Millions like "thats my girl"
And ain't nobody coming to see you Otis
The season
Moe kill the trees is potent
More gas needed than 18 wheeler roadtrips
Off caffeine and I'm fiending to speed the lotus
In the pass seat
Can't tell if she peed or soaking
Like
Glass half empty
Champagne been poured up
Ass I'm gripping
She want me to give them hoes up
You don't wanna see me Bella
Noche I turn into Savage
I'm a Dog
Like
Where you been Loca
Many mens wishing for my many ends
Hold up
Hit the Benz
Bulletproof tints in the whole truck
If you cant go to Bella Noches where the hell could you go
I don't know
But we finna have it tore up
Watch out
Niggas tryna see what the ops bout
I ain't tryna see what you talkin' bout
Everybody round got chops out
Up up up
With the stock now
Cut cut cut
Getting stockpiled
Why you over there getting hostile
I ain't talking bout next
Nigga right now
Chop style
Everybody round got chops out
Chop style chop style chop style
Chop style
Niggas tryna see what the ops bout
Ops bout ops bout what
Watch out
Why you over there getting hostile
Oh my god
Chop Style
It's some real niggas
Iso
In the spot now
I'll
Pull up in the physical for woofin' on the meta hata
Bet I'll make ya tell the world peace like I'll catch ya later
You are not a stepper like I'll guess I'll take the elevator
Walking down on any hoe problem I'll de-escalate-her
Metal make a broke nigga holy cause my cheddar grater
Bad boy no mase I'm a pepper sprayer
Tell the reaper that the ghost got a better flavor
And for principles this chopper taller than a second grader
Bitch give me brain she an educator
Ooh wee
Go bananas in the bitch vanilla wafer
Ooh wee
Milk the whole game find a better player
Who me?
No insurance I'm a self medicator
Truly
No Arnold and Vanessa when the led erase her
I be working hard
Was only right that I was lead to paper
Get ya babe and treat her like a Tekken player
Cause I be laying down law fuck a legislature
Better invest in a vest for investigators
Cause it'll be up no questionnaire
Never will I land like several acres
Or Jeff or MJ -suggest the Lakers
Who can try me
Then they catch the vapors and vexed I make sure the best debaters
Are dead like they sure just met their maker
Ya bitch call me father like confession makers
Bet I'm a gas everyone fuck a mega saver
I go Luthor with Lex how I the stress the capers
Making her walk her down without a Texas ranger
Fuck are they talkin bout I'll text Rosetta later
Funny how I'm indy and'll press a major
Just to run it up I'm finna test a pacer
What my CD sees without a ventilator
These emcees won't breathe go get a respirator
Motherfucker
Watch out
Niggas tryna see what the ops bout
I ain't tryna see what you talkin' bout
Everybody round got chops out
Up up up
With the stock now
Cut cut cut
Getting stockpiled
Why you over there getting hostile
I ain't talking bout next
Nigga right now
Chop style
Everybody round got chops out
Chop style chop style chop style
Chop style
Niggas tryna see what the ops bout
Ops bout ops bout what
Watch out
Why you over there getting hostile
Oh my god
Chop Style
It's some real niggas
In the spot now
Woo