What ever happend to predictability? The milk man, the paper boy, evening T.V You miss your old familar friends, but waiting just around the bend. Everywhere
: What ever happend to predictability? The milk man, the paper boy, evening T.V You miss your old familar friends, but waiting just around the bend.
got baritone lips so I tell her carry on bitch And when you in my home bitch You are coming out of your house of Dereon shit Twitter Wayne at the top of every song
walkin clubs with a shotgun Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious In a house full
worry about how I'm rippin this shit When im flippin when kickin, nigga this just what I do I'm effervesecet and I'm off that crescent Nastier than a full
Probably livin' in a tent pocket full of lint Tryin' to flip it like, I flip it nigga got me bent And like I said it on the last song nigga we joyriders
sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers No limit soldiers to the fullest
heat with it (A bay bay thats my song turn it up) Im with my folks whether they right or worng tear it up [Chorus 2] Say that red hat them red b`s
Yo, knahmtalkinbout We over here in the Gridiron, three in the mornin' This song here is dedicated to all them boys That put it down before us The foundation
I'm goin' out kids, I'm so far on I gotta house full of chicks like the Playboy home, Wrappin' up my lifestyle and I smash this song Twizzy [Verse 6 -
Now I took a walk to see where the path would take me Follow the bread crumbs And I fed them to the birds No one can find me in my house made out of
a fag i suck at rapin yo Is fat, bald men decided to write songs And teach Mouseketeers to sing I'll stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
a baller, can you pass the test? There's more than one way to hit the top Trunk full of dope nigga don't get stopped Take it to the house and bag it
when the fine hoes jock Still smoking Indo getting burned out Still got the orange juice bottle full of gin 'bout to turn out A show, a hoe smashed back to the O Put them
I pick it and open it, but it's stuffed full of human parts I dig 'til I find it, I wind it up, and the tune just starts Its playing a song, so beautiful
on 'em And them rings you wearing look like they got a few rocks on 'em And while you flaunting them I could be taking them to shops to pawn them I