Chop to the dome
• Written by heelclicks
Mary Jane lil lonely, alot
She met my guy tobey,
on top, is where she got, roast it
call it a chop, moke, shit
as long as the dome hit
*im a get up in a grip*
Just a sinner wit mis matched socks
My Finesse an sauce, a paradox
lost in thought,
but my girl thinkin out the box,
ayy,
not to mention that shes a fox
Babe
Thoughts unorthodox, like woah
Got Tight wraps for our dro,
Don't forget snacks for these hoes
you know, they hungry mungry,
finna munch my funky fungi,
honey been actin funny, a little
been bursting with giggles,
An talking in riddles
stuck in middle, No malcolm, but she poppin X
Flies like a falcon, but her mind still vexed
still by her dose , i am impressed
More than most, nothin less
Now she toast,
but I'm butter I confess
Mary Jane lil lonely, alot
Dropped on top,
My guy tobey, so hot
Roast it
call it a chop, moke, shit
as long as the dome hit
My gat suppressed, silent ratatata
im a violent black matter, disaster rapper,
evil mastermind, with some kinda laughter,
Define a Rhyme , when I'm alone
Invent a chapter, on the mic, ro- phone
Right when i get home
swift Chop, to the dome,
Drop into zone, then you feel the syndrome
Phone her cause she home,
Hear the tone, Mostly
wonder if she lonely, I forgot
Mary Jane matched wit tobey, what she got
Do good, my mama told me alot
mary jane on the top, see,
just like Bibi Taught me
I dont pack like V, I see how she.
mix it up
and just Like ya cup, gotta fill yo bowl
eva you like , long as its full
snap that ish, pull pull pull
remember to breath, dont let it it leave, ya
passED out, wit ya ass out, no anesthesia
you Dreamin bout the diva, you seek
havent been in her since,
last week
When i took her innocence,
real cheap
real talk, the way i speak
take a peak,
at the baddie, unique, no stalk
girl wit some cheeks, how low she drop
would give her a ticket , but im no cop
still i make her,
STOP,
Drop,
roll me a fatty, listen
I smash her on the addy, no perscription
but im focused on that pussy, like a mission
callin out daddy, switch the position
hittin that tooshie my addiction
kush see, it be, motivation, listen
im fly and high, no aviation
variation within my strains
Foggin up my brains, wit sativa
Mary jane, i breAthe her
really really need her
Takin naps in the cut,
Indica! fill my wraps
you know im slumped, just from the snaps
should cut down the chops, perhaps
Angel on my shoulder say, "the fuck is that?"
Devil say, i should cop the loud pack
Mary Jane lil lonely, alot
She met my guy tobey,
on top, is where she got, roast it
call it a chop, moke, shit
as long as the dome hit
position
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heelclicks
Member since November 19 2016