PT111

(Angel, Slayworld) Nigga he ain't on shit We getting high to the top floor He got guap but it ain't shit Hellcat faster then Yea y'all talk but ain't you a bitch? Nigga ain't smokin' on rello Yea, y'all talk but thats my bitch And her ass, shake like jello My DYT with the stick I think my bitch yellow And she wanna be my wife She wanna hit me in Mantello Lets go give that nigga a stitch She wanna stay in Mantello Need my money blue like stitch I finna play this hoe like a cello You know my pockets they itch Wants some money then lets go Where i'm flying shit Lets go pour me up, couple bitch And she gon gas me up because arm and a leg And she gon f*ck me up You go on talk till he dead And she gon shake some And take one more his head And she gon show me a lil sum I'm off oxy ain't hear what you said And my dick hit her tongue just like a sled And I f*ck on yo mom xD Ho gon hit his eye Choppa go too far (too far woah) We getting too far (too far woah) Choppa killin' two lifes (two lifes woah) Pop at stop light, lets go (Slayworld-Slayworld) bitch too fine This bitch ain't mine We could really recline Me and my finna decline boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom boom, boom, boom, yea, yea