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Illuminati Slumber Party

Leather Corduroys

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Tekst piosenki
(Purp) West side burglerer Take a pretty lady home Cut her up Surgical Swag never had it It's cool ima manage I feel like im Ozzy Guillen meaning ima savage North side pimp stroll Kangol hat low Niggas like "Hey I like your music" I be like swag bro South side recess Deep water deep breath Fuck niggas too pressed Hashtag AF Let a nigga hate because they bitches prolly love the shit Kill the pussy oj I just hope the glover fit This here be my new flow Kick game judo Whip game don Juan I get my LeBron on Shorty give me great head I just call her head strong I think that Im weezy f Back when he was mad on Boy this shit radical Gnarly I'm too stoked My women look like Dana Plato I hit Em with different strokes Swimming in a sea full of pussy and lean Sharks in the water y'all all sardines Mike why you tripping You know I got love cuz Blue till the day I drop I could draw blood blood Niggas really negative I'm just tryna spread love Written on the walls of the halls all dead thugs Rest in peace the projects Rest in peace this beat too I'm a vegetarian I turn beef to beef stew Cut Em up clean Em up dry Em off cook Em Boom ha stick Em ha ha ha stick Em I do it big as Mountains Dew Call this shit Code Red That last line was code words Shout out to my old heads I could keep spitting till I run out of saliva I know I favor ab but I think I'm way liva Chilling with my lady eating calimari pasta This rap shit easy now I'm working on my posture Remember back in school we was so atypical Fuck nigga try me and the shit get critical Now im on another plane figurative literal Thoughts are physical (Chukwu) Crack rock Crack rock Crack rock (Crack Rock) Ask em what's the diffrence tween a Good cop bad cop If the key cut then ya Keep it on the Padlock Send a hit that leave em left field Like Madlock Then beat the case like Matlock Creme de Le Creme Keep them coming fa ya cash crop Switch the pace up Or keep em trippin Off they lace ups Try and tie em up They tie ya down and Fuck ya face up They Watch ya power stack up Build a tower to Betray ya Water board the torture and The culprit was ya mayor Guilty pleasure to justify it It was the make up Fuck them minors Who outchea lyin Its nothing major A pack of poachers Approach us and get ya Posse poked Tryna cut the quarter To make ya quota You'll probably choke Bars a keep ya filthy scared They dare not ever drop they Soap How that one story go Whatever make ya boatshoes float Be nimble Bitch be nimble Sips of jack to keep The Richest life so simple Trips to Paris Just To bring up all ya old issues Use em for what its worth But Never do you misuse Swore to secrecy Secrets ah get ya blow to pieces So I say this secretly Keep a peace at least But the peace get ya torn apart Equally It's no escape I say Ya running in a legless race Drive by in ya face Put the Bullet to ya lips Let that bitches fornicate Little fishes in my pond Fry ya fo my dinner plate Sip a 40 tuck the44s In ya 4 door Rider fo life Dont forget What they dont know Is History Like 7 year a 4 score Fuck ya mofos Left ya bitches all 4s Till the 45 come leave you 6 below Thats all she wrote AK a brattt Shut ya phole Reload Bet ya Hear the beat Get dboed Finger roll her hole Until the Times up Drose Get ya ass free throw Pop pop for the point 2 Sorry won't cut it So ill prolly Disappoint you Tell ya what ya won't do Lay a finger on me Knock a nigga off his two feet with a two Piece for the Qp Qb keep them qts Brother from the mother but that Fela ain't Kuti I ain't no Rapper But Here's quote to bite Im a Vicious Raptor bout to blow Spit that Dino might Probably do some blow tonight Hit a bitch to blow me right Never see her man again Turn em to a Poltergeist Same bitch hold the Choppa make ya come to kingdom Chest beat ya proper Hit ya heart Nigga King Kong Let the thunder Clap And Watch them niggas have a brainstorm Work ah leave ya busy And the uHoney make them bees swarm Need I say more Rock ya trap house Leave the glass on the floor Can these young niggas make hits anymore Times off the ticker Scalin all me money Them clocks always tickin If life give you lemons Then stack up ya chickens Dogs in the kitchen Beware or get bitten Texas rattle snake Shit And Austin here to tape it Leave em stone cold Bodies stunned eyes vacant Adjacent Lay heads with scattered brained faces Here say the king who pour Spade for they aces He kick it through dem wood boards Karate chopping hood whores The Flow so butter melted on these Leather chords
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