a milli
• Written by Sparks
This is black magic
The savage with the statics
Spewing out automatics
Aint tragic
A fucking Rudegang frantic
Gotcha girl bobbin and weaving
But she aint dodging the semen
Aha, and she aint only after one penis
She a rather do the whole navy fleet, sweet jesus
Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post
Strangled with drapes and force red methathrones
I got demeted lyrics
Each one of my sentence has its own spirit
And you will learn to fear it
Rapping been my life
And, I aint talking bout the paper kind
Knocking off headlights
Pow to the gay life
Coming in my face bust the lights out ya system
Looking kinda lost let me paint you a picture
MY lyrics is a virus
My rap game unstoppable
Niggas think Im sweet so eat my up like a popsicle
They know Im sweet they like to taste my treat
Why they begging for some more
They like to Tweek For Shakie
Suicide doors onna black coupe
Leave ya clothes all red
I aint talking suwoo
These niggas is actors
And my guns are directors
Student of the game
And my rap is a lecture
Yall niggas could ball
I let that choppa intersect ya
Yall niggas is dogs
I let that 9 fucking pet ya
These niggas scared they don't want none
Throw my middle finger up to the world
Steve Austin
You can take the Heat like Boston
Getting Gangahead in the Ashton Martin
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