(Chris)
Look, illest of the illest i'm a sick soul
A little margarita blend so I sip slow
Two talented type'a nigga i'm kinda schizo
But never outta my element I let that fifth go
Shots in the club panic at the disco
She off that MDMA, that's from Frisco
Hella chips call me Mr Nabisco
Is that your bitch? 'Cuz she won't let my wrist go
My technique is to sex freaks
Skinny dude with hot models, bitches and lesbies
I'ma put my tongue on they soul like a SB
But they don't know they scum(?) to my soul, they just sexy
I'ma play dumb play that role in a SV(?), it's ridiculous
And can I get a girl with real ass and tits?
Most respect in the world to my real niggas
'Cuz all them fake niggas make me wanna kill niggas!
I stand alone fuck that gangbang shit
They Nintendo blowin' niggas 'cuz this game ain't shit
Uh! It's relevant that i'm better than these veterans
They sleeping on me like I been giving them sedatives
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Sometimes I wish I had better friends and better peers
'Cuz I know when that cheddar ends they disappear
(K-Mac)
Damn. Where they go, where they go, where they go ha!
See i'm doper than that shit Wookie was on in New Jack City
That's why i'm getting rich without trying I ain't like Fifty
'Cuz what good is being rich if you dying, that shit is silly
Call the chain TLC(?), all that ice'll make you chilly
I'm a pimp so you know i'm snatching your broad
I'm a real star, you Patrick from Spongebob
And lay my city to the streets i'm freeweight Ricky(?)
'Cuz I keep the streets flooded with that crack music
I be selling CD's like them niggas push kilos
But I don't push weights unless it's plates in the weight room
Why you think i'm B.U.F? Blowin' up fast
Call me lead foot 'cuz I be heavy on the gas
You would think I was a Spartan, 300 on the dash
Either that or a martian in a space aircraft
'Cuz when you see the the whip that I have
You be like "What the fuck was that?!" |