Gospers

Cold Pilla Cold wet got that skills Mopping Laidback Lackadaisacal like yeah Killing spree get too lethal Ten bands, fitty bands wrapped in the plastic Give it to people Strech your tongue into more words (I got Versace on my list) No waiting on this powerless comp low on their face And they won't even see it coming I was acting shunned as demons I was bout to leave yah I was bout to clean up my heart It's gon sleep yah Knowing I'm geeked Knowing I ain't shleep Sometimes I ain't sleep My mind gonna fines me I got one proposition for you You can't digest You can drink all this milk Lactose intolerence a lie Lie to me hoe You try to sieze strobe you fail all these times You are doing it all wrong You are going all times Burst open doors and I'm used as a some force Eighty nine bodies like singing in course Dropping these bodies and they on the floor F*ck all the blood but I'm loving this gore Topple her ass with a Duracell score Stuff in her mouth and she still in me more Still in me more and I need to steal Me and my baby, yeah for us I kill For me I do the place That I wanna see all my ego go Ain't no doubt in my ways I know this shit finna blow (What the f*ck) What the f*ck is you talking about? F*ck you talking about? Fucking tomboy You get racked to this road I'm on high ways Of heaven I globe Jordan baguette Louis' lenses on my eyes I study science every night Gucci Mane in December (I'm on ice on ice) Oh she can bend it over for me And just bounce on my cock And I bounce all these dads Call me juggler of the socks And I got the cold feet Heater boyz, repeat Every boyz got that swag Your kiss can't keep it I don't want your clout I don't want your songs to bomb I got my shit to tell to everybody You can hear some if you want to Listen Listen You don't wanna waste no time Cuz my time is already wasted Sike Sike You got clowned You a clown in real life You got job or a life I got job and a life Sike I ain't got none Sike I ain't got me Sike I ain't got no money Sike I got it With the Blue's Clues Get the get the Xclus(ive) Infinite money on the train Who's gonna catch it You ain't wash your face Why you looking so ratchet This house I gots to burn it down With my matchsticks I'm getting money everyday Damn this shit looking like a wrist I try to sit my ape down But it's cunning as shit Fucking tempting me Fucking tempting me Fucking tempting me Tempting me Tempting me Tempting me Tempting me