Paul Bearer

Go, hell nah, you can't hang baby said I smell like weed, told her that's my fragrance We be playing with a scale on some everyday shit Boy, you ridin' around in that little rusty like tow mator Bitch mad I won't date her, I gotta get this paper Mama told me, boy, calm your ass down, you ain't got no patience Been telling these women I was gon' make it, now I'm making it If it's my shit you not taking it if it's my bitch then I'm breaking her I can't buy no bitch no purse, make sure my Glock ride up in my hearse Loving bitches, that's the worst, trusting bitches, that's a curse Bro say he got bands up on his head, he tryna get him a shirt Cartiijaay Gotta ride around with thunder like his name is lou dort Scale it up, we baggin' it, suck my dick to the magistrate She not good for me like cancer stick , when they not who that like Nardo wick Like Beavis, I told her I want nothing, but head Dont ask for , I don't know nothing wont there? I don't really like women, with short hair, I'm friends will undertaker like Paul bearer , shut up little bitch, come here, put yo jaw here sometimes I wear jays with the sweater like Marvin She say she a 10, but that bitch not a Barbie, load up my whip and it sound like a Harley She hungry for cartii like, baby, I'm starving, Just took his bitch me I should pardon Rolling big blunts like, damn, rolling big blunts like Tyrannosaurus Vocab extended like a thesaurus , would've killed Goldilocks I'm not sharing my porridge I make hit after hit, check the scoreboard, me and my nigga, we opening doors Come from the three with that shit on the floor, smoke so much nigga, I jump I can soar They don't got a computer, you not in the core, double R fast when it load up it roar Baby say I smell like weed, told her that's my fragrance We be playing with the scale on some everyday shit Boy, you ride around in that little rusty light, told May that This bitch mad I won't dare, I gotta get this paper Mama told me, boy, calm your ass down, you ain't got no papers Been telling these women I was gonna make it, now I'm making it If it's my shit, you not taking it, if it's my bitch, then I'm breaking her I can't buy no bitch, no purse , make sure my glock ride up in my hearse Loving bitches, that's the worst, trusting bitches, that's a curse Bro say he got bands up on his head, he trying to get him a shirt Cartiijaay got a ride around with Thunder like his name lou dort Scale it up, we bagging it, suck my dick told the magistrate