!" La-la-la ... What she said was sad But then, all the rejection she's had To pretend to be happy Could only be idiocy La-la-la ... What she said
ready !" La-la-la ... What she said was sad But then, all the rejection she's had To pretend to be happy Could only be idiocy La-la-la ... What she said
sh-t Better cuff your chick if you with her I can get her And she accidentally slip and fall on my d-ck Ooops, I said on my d-ck I aint really mean
so bright I don't even need light I'm wit a model broad, she don't even eat rice Uh, but would you believe that she dykes And she asked me for a picture
leave but i bet she coming back like she forgot her keys and now we murderers because we kill time she saw Dr.carter and now she feel fine (
your bedrock She like tanning, I like staying in She like romancing, I like rolling with friends She said I'm caged in, I think her conscious is She
, when the doctor said, "He ain't make it" Mom dukes crying, baby mom full of grief How she gonna tell her son his daddy is deceased? Now she got beef
my eyes no surprise Got my shorty flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs With all the utensils, who hang my China thing She half black half oriental 86 she
you niggas have seen the carnage that I've seen I still hear things scream in my dreams Murder, murder in black convertibles I kill a block, I murder
memory Taste of vodka on his lips And thoughts of murder and doom As her eyes appeared to bloom He wanted to touch them But was afraid she might be
Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor Had me beggin' to stop as I was acreamin' for more After she waxed by body she let me crash She knew
But three months later, she's sad but content Seems he had an unexpected accident The girl said he would be hard to forget As the papers interviewed her while she
automatic type I gotta keep it close, in case shit gets hype Got a bitch in jail, she didn't snitch, she did three I'ma have to roll solo till they
it by now Oh on the contrary, Mary Poppins, I'm mixing our studio session Down and sending it to mastering to make it loud Enough dirt on you to murder
Lyricaly cant' none of yall murder Ye' Cus yall raps aint got no vertebrae I got style ask julie she heard in may I killt the fur last, Paris rasied the murder
aint sayin shit The more you talk the higher your chance is your doin a bid Today I read the paper and it said tru life caught a case They said they found
your upset right now bought a Phantom and a Lamb but Im in my vette right now I raped the game without a rubber bank account are pregnant now the day they tried to murder
