He was out of words…exactly what's the problem is
It took me likea like quiet boost a little piece of candy from your favorite neighborhood corner store sugar, soda shorty, we, heavy breaded to carry a bare soul saved they didn't have the thing to do it Can't balm me cause you look can't name me cause you shook Took over some whip protect state and you can't walk fucker now I mean walk makes you look like your white in a Harlem shacking contest I hone this to find this so close to find' this fuck very I'll mannered don't start with spank
Tell me what it look like tell me what it is, Tell me what it look like tell me what it is
Oh ease up mother fucker take a breath, what will it be I'm more than more than less
Oh ease up mother fucker take a breath, what will it be now, now suggest you take a rest
Can't say what I will or won't do it's just the hate that you'll might want to stay on your toes to
Secure a valvoof a scope as you concisely new to assume why you want to see the feeling and music My past is a broken sham and dust but my guts don't even believe me She don't even believe me it's like a you can't see me I got a whole nother study that I'm constantly feeling nothing much that's to ever to such touch, such so much to clean nuttun but butt nigga I'm really touched
What was I drinkin?
What was he thinking?
Tell me what it look like tell me what it is, Tell me what it look like tell me what it is, Tell me what it look like tell me what it is, Tell me what it look like tell me what it is, tell me with it I'm sick wit it I stick wit it and in the end all these niggas gonna get wit it
Now tell me what it look like tell me what it is, Tell me what it look like tell me what it is, tell me with it I'm sick wit it I stick wit it and in the end all these niggas gonna get wit it
Now tell me what it looks like tell me what it is tell me what it looks like tell me what it is
[sit the fuck ain't no dancing no dancing]
My tongues' the drum my minds a machine nor it's grime fantastic extremes fall victim to the stank tank M16, sound shot fix fit crease grease they clean
My tongues' the drum my minds a machine nor it's grime fantastic extremes fall victim to the stank tank M16, sound shot fix fit crease grease they clean
Tell me what it look like tell me what it is, Tell me what it look like tell me what it is, Tell me what it look like tell me what it is, Tell me what it look like tell me what it is, tell me with it I'm sick wit it I stick wit it and in the end all these niggas gonna get wit it
Now tell me what it look like tell me what it is, Tell me what it look like tell me what it is, tell me with it I'm sick wit it I stick wit it and in the end all these niggas gonna get wit it wit wit wit wit wit wit wit wit wit wit wit wit wit wit I'm sick wit it I stick wit it and in the end all these niggas gonna get wit it I'm sick wit it
I stick wit it and in the end all these niggas gonna get wit it