Fuck yo bitch from the back singing negro spirituals. Said that twice 'cause shit is mad real. My demons became the homies hoodies. Trust me dawg, all my niggas in the buildin' and we the only ones holdin'. I use his head as a centerpiece. You don't want no problems like Wayne said cool what's a goon to a goblin. I'm off of a ecstasy pill, that's a flat for a flat. Hence, if you think you've got a great idea, please send us your idea design via [email protected] and there's a good chance that you will be able to wear your coolest thoughts.
Your stay dangerous? You seen what happen to cuz baby, that's a child we will never see. Yeah, she put her hands in the air when my song come on. Nah, I'm rappin', used to be trappin'. He brought all blues. Tote cold with the ice it's a eskimo, uh, uh, uh. Jesus is my homie shirt. Jet lag but I still look alive, jet lag but I still look alive. You bubble wrap, always in the middle of shit. I fuck the bitch that he's next to, uh. Don't worry, you'll be back. I won't fuck the bitch but she wanted my cock in. OG in the blunt Bob Marley.
I don't wanna sound preach Geechi. What's a God without a goddess, so I need me a goddess. I take yo bitches then fuck 'em all. Might show up to the candle light solo and shoot it up. Jacquees - Sincerely For You. Really I keep on killin', my bars are really intricate. Homicide, baby, would you hold my gun? Off the dome when I'm kickin' and spittin' the flows, ho.
Bitches wanna play me. I'm make you make that sour face. Ain't yo' name "John"? That shit dead Bernie Mac now. The fabric material of the: - CLASSIC MEN T-SHIRT: Solid colors are 100% cotton; Heather colors are 50% cotton, 50% polyester (Sport Grey is 90% cotton, 10% polyester); Antique colors are 60% cotton, 40% polyester. Niggas auto-tuning like they T-Pain. URLtv – Loaded Lux vs. Geechi Gotti Lyrics | Lyrics. Matter of fact, I'm finna gamble for this shit, where your poker chips? But y'all be like... spittin' writtens and shit. I'm Rambo with the ammo, I don't never let go. Bitches prolly gon' get wet, damn near pissin' to me. I leave 'em leakin' on maxi pads. Ballin' hard fuck a jersey need a penny, yeah, ayy. And these niggas ain't shit.
Pull up on the scene just me no guys I'm solo. Run up on me, that's okay, they beefin' on computers now? You ain't got it, that's why you outta pocket. Me and Westwood smokin' on the Backwood. Caught a fat nigga lacking he was up at Denny's. I pull up on 'em like Makonnen and Drake with the choppa. Pull up on him, god damn, I'ma up the odd got a nine for it, yuh. My demons became the homies hoodie guy. But Civics, me I'm Bentley. Gave you a gang of money, ain't the hundred's blue? My flow, it burns niggas careers is arsenic, uh. I breakdance shit like the old school. This is off the top like waves in the durag. When them niggas was movin' it from block to block.
Bombin' like Baghdad, where my dad at? Percy, Molly, Xanny, all that shit, in one mix. Son was a hot head, got his temperature checked, but the mama the (thermometer) coldest. How I'm strikin' and shit. Known to flip this shit and kick it like I'm knowing Judo. Run up, that's okay, you gon' die from the fire.
I swear, they need to stay where they at. R. to all they souls, condolences to all they moms, uh. Freestyle shit no write, you couldn't pay me to write. We saw what happen when you on your way to fights. 0, covered the R&B and rap spectrum with guests like Summer Walker, Khalid, Young Thug and Lil Uzi Vert, without pulling focus from the main star. She'll go both ways, anything for foreplay. Official My demons can't find me when my homies are beside me shirt, hoodie, sweater, long sleeve and tank top. Tell that nigga condiment or somethin', he need to catch up. I'm screaming fuck all the games, I'll put a shot through your gang. He's a St., I can see it in his eyes (Ides). Fuck a bitch and put her voice up on the adlibs. Home run, goin', gone, it's outta here, yeah, ayy.
I forgot them days, I still remember 'em. Just in case these other niggas try to fuck with me, uh. These niggas know what's up when I'm rollin' up. Taboe with the Glizzy how I'm jabbin'. Try the judge a nigga, I told 'em they Cochran.