we always pass through shit The way we rep the gutter and bring you the brand new shit Double back, y'all niggas don't really want to trouble that Brass
in my room sometimes I stare at the wall Then I spoke through my phone to see what bitch I'mma call I can do the hypnotist, two of my pink toed bras
laugh and giggle Cuddle a little Suckin' on the nipple Lick the whip cream from the middle Girlfriend I'll never go (Raw) I rip off panties and I pop off (Bras
in a minute If you're willing to give me something that I wanna get I don't care for a second We can go upstairs, you can do my pairs You pop bras like
bitch, clyde and bonnie I call her Kammie, that's short for kamikaze She called me daddy and never short wit daddy money Its Weezy Baby, shine like a brass
pretty Fronting bands while acting flirty Inspiration I need, it's a girl star I need She looked through all her teenage mags Five foot eight, thirty four C bras
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring See this money I made it, baby shake it for daddy Go get your friends and pussy pop it for me a Lil
mainstream supreme rhyme top of the line cuisine fiends Number one love for thugs queens schemin' on cream My whole team love, the E-cup bras and Mobb
, I'm built to long last Grab my money clip, I hit the bong fast Earn my respect, my checks they better cash Finger on the trigger with my nigga Fred Glass Knuckles is brass
done down my flow. there very few rappers that use to get it off snow. from my mouth to yall ears, man these niggas is hoes. runnin around to the bras
yell We're on a carousel A crazy carousel Carnivals and cotton candy Carousels and calliopes Crazy clowns chasing brass rings Soda pop and rock-candy
blankets Girls aged 16 and above Shake their pompoms, Im in love With cheerleaders Cheerleaders Cheerleaders, Wearing short skirts Little pop
pop is what my glock spit Watch for the cops, since we spark the chocolate 'Cause the blocks are hotter than the fuckin' tropics In topless bars, college girls with no bras
Beatnuts be movin' the crowd like blue steel Cho-cha-cha, that's the three course meal Cha cha cha, forward back Cha cha cha cha, back forward Yo, I pop
ya shit together Boy, then diamonds ain't real, get ya shit together Now we can ball seven days, six nights If that head and that pussy get right And match ya panties with ya bras
with a dime piece right! Whisperin' in my ear about menage a trois Us and her partners, El Passe panties and bras Freaky deaky baby I'm lovin' that Dig
1 4 Call the cops I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to steal the show From the S T L M O 3 1 4 I'm real brass to smash with a fo'-fo' mag 'Cause