Untitled Song
• Written by Derby319381
Thank you ladies and gentlemen!
Cause we ain't sentiment
I got outta that game
Be bout money for this fame
Crook neck, croon playin' croquet wit the crooked
Crakk, wherever I holla at be gettin' naked
Treating these raps like a bad joke
Creating a bond, get rich, can't be broke
Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow
Ain't no shame, ain't no shame in the hoe,
I bring, lyrical formats that you'll admire
In blood 'cated, for my peeps desire
Remember break that window when that cop comes in
I gotta pocket full of tracks so what cha gon' do
Time to stand as one and snatch back the soul
And I'm talking about life on the whole
Cause you will catch a couple of strays
So many days,them niggas layed and prayed in 12 ways
Yo you feelin' me? I'm on a killing spree
Ain't no probably, Sauce Money, fool, got to be
MC's, you like the way we swing
See it's somethin' about that G-string,
Till they hit the bottom of the trough
I joe dog, straight pop ya fucking head off
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Derby319381
Member since November 29 2019