BHO Song
• Written by DropD
Gotta quota i know you know i otta scatter the shatter and get the hell outtA town but i am wound to tight
Night flying liking those dabs u trying with a striking feel like the tar grippinUr heels THAT real BHO indor outdoor you been warned forced too the
Floor pitchblack swore ya shot up with black snack the wax
Zigged and zagged off the snaps snap out of it rags to riches off scraps
Slapped face face facts BHO on the reel thou taps your mental reaching For your heroes attack of the BHO laying you down for a nap dream state
Iratelightweight awaiting his chance to dance wit the OIL
Not to be toyed with boyle
Consistant like pennzoil no pen no foil enjoyable overjoyed now
Unemployed no cash no coin annoyed voice your choice but no
Choice at gunpoint
Cuz u getting oiled getting oiled getting oiled
That to me is just another person paranoid
Oh boy looka this bullshit i was pulled into due to fucking mind void
So we're representing unemployment, yo you best get bent or get
Destroyed
To compete boy we just keep going untill the track stops and this beats
Buried
On the run full of comments commonlly blunts unconditionally
Unfortunately causes criminals wrongful imprisonment ligame
Arguement clinically pratical practices and cynical chemicals but my
Chronic originates organic tropic that top pick best seller in washington
State
This is no place for hate
Give me dome, then let me skate H2o flow and i don't hold gate Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date
On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid
When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state
No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight
Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate
She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight
They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate
Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate
He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate
I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate
Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight
You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate
Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight
Im washin off another plate
Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight
I let her decorate the real estate
Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight
Cop a car, new estate
Pitchfork doesn't need a plate
Fall back and meditate.
Dr. dre, don't just stand there, operate!
Cops raiding my spot, i done lost so much weight
Iverson was cool, but i supported victor page
That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape
Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid
I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage
A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state
Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate
High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight
Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate
Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight
He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate
I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate
High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight
They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate
I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate
Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate
You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate
Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight
Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate
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DropD
Member since May 17 2015