Music: Joshua Hamilton
I love my stove (Делит на бите, сука)
Ayy, yuh, yeah
I be eatin' the pussy, sippin' Henny, I'm gon' **** it up
I got all the fookin' bands, ho, we can chill or some'n
I don't wan' care no more, that nigka, you should give me your shite
Smokin' Backwoods, side nigka, I'ma slice you up or some'n
Gang gang, he ain't flippin' no shite
Yo' biatch do the same thing, but I ain't changin’
This Scotch got me real fooked up, she finna get fooked up
I'm a fooking bartard, got all the heart, I gotta lick her cuhnt
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I know lots of nigkas that got guns for fun
And when they handlin' the drum it go dun-dun-dun
Because they comin' and it's rainin', cover up the sun
"I don't self-snitch," tell him if you up to some
But I cap in my raps, so the rats cannot tell the difference
I like snorting smack off her back while I'm acid trippin'
I might put the 'Gnac in my crack, now my butthole sippin'
Biatch, I like to cap, like a hat, anarchy the mission
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