歌词
through my precisions
I'm killing, lyrical villain
I'm higher, touchin' the ceilin'
I'm willing to ******* win this
I'm in this to finish *******s for dinner
look out below to your temple
I call back, september, october, november, december
You *******s put on your jackets before it snow in the winter
Rookies and ginger cookies, going to school, playing hookey
to overlook me
No contest, I arm wres, monster on his loch ness
*******, hoochies hop up on my crotches
Spotless, ******* a conscious goddess
In the darkness, is all set, I got this
Heartless, congress, condoms
Working on a topless
The compass is directing, secting
I get carried away with the sexting, complexing
She's yours, I'm annexing
I got a gun **** it
I got a gun wear your
I got a gun don't get
You better run it in my
I got a gun got my
I got a gun this **********t
I got a gun a kill that
You better run
Left brain is my lex luger, ********** I'm waka flocka
Over the stove, mixing music pasta
Swag me the ******* out, I stash my dirty money at casey's house
Put my gold teeth in a vulture's mouth
120 degrees pistol holster's pouch
Radness of warriors, jewlery store, glory whores
Bloody and lovely, wolf gang coyote ugly
I'm a wild animal, **********, I can't be tamed
Or identified, or better, even named
And ho, that's a shame
Shoulda applied more effort in this game
Yeah, call me acronym jim, keep my beretta and my burgundy tim
Shoot that *******, make sure he dead
Shoot that *******, aim for his head
Kill that ********** and steal her purse
Call everybody here her phone
If that mother*******a works
Take that, **********
$40 a month