The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac Yeah my nigga Ace will pull the black jack Nigga I'm tryin' to smoke, bitch get higherĭomo where that Flocka Flame? Talkin' 'bout a lighterĬause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting I need a bitch to go down like a Nitty beatĭon't be surprised if I ask where the hash at I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell Jasper got the Henny, my nigga we get it in It's kill Hodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoopĪnd out my Kool aid, JuiceHodgy got the juice, I got the gin Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealing your ringsĬoke diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin' bootĪnd salute like the troop when you shoot you gon' poop I'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbin' in the hood I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is bonelessĬhildren who fled houses on Mustang horses and went jousting It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)To have some type of knowledge that is one perceptionīut knowing you own your opponent is a defeating bonus With the normal ass past like I cheated on my team In that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season Not a fucking Logic contradicting dick headįlyer than an ostrich moshing in a tar pit I never had a Reason, nigga I was just Ableton Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt Chamberlain It's the dark skinned nigga, kissing bitches in Canada My bitch white and black like she's been mimicking a panda So when he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident Tossing 'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches In a bag and wrapping them in seran wrap bandages Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy AwkBig eared bandit is tossing all his manners Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas LyricsYo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album
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