Even Steven
Wouch
Oh, hi
Wait a minute, who are you?
I'll tell you a secret (Love the way you do that, oh)
Haha
Yeah
(Love the way you do it)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
When I meet lots of new kids
Crazy, okay
She suck my dick so well, she ain't even teethin'
Run up in your crib, kill you for no reason, yeah
Don't give a fuck 'bout mama grievin', yeah
Pull up with them choppers and I get even, yeah, get even
Mama cry
Homicide
Do or die
It's just you and I
Eye for an eye
Life for a life
Better chose a side, 'fore I up that fire
That na dead, one in the head
Runnin' from the feds, I can't take no fuckin' pledge
I can't run from nas, nah, like I got no legs
Murder, murder, gang, couple bodies in the shed
She do pilates, she off the Molly, I'm all 'lone in the head
(Wait a minute, who are you?)
Them Illuminati all on my body, no, not government
I'm in the Masi', I keep the fire on me until I'm dead
I catch a homi', I catch a body at your residence
She suck my dick so well, she ain't even teethin'
Run up in your crib, kill you for no reason, yeah
Don't give a fuck 'bout momma grievin', yeah
Pull up with them choppers and I get even, yeah, get even
Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead
Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead
Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead
Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead
I'm fly like a bald eagle
Dick in her belly, like a torpedo
Tell her drop down, bitch, and get your fuckin' eagle on (Eagle on)
You can join too, it's a fuckin' sing-along
You can join too, it's a fuckin' sing-along
You can join too, it's a fuckin' sing-along
(Wait a minute, who are you?)
You can join too, it's a fuckin' sing-along
You can join too, it's a fuckin' sing-along
She suck my dick so well, she ain't even teethin'
Run up in your crib, kill you for no reason, yeah
Don't give a fuck 'bout momma grievin', yeah
Pull up with them choppers and I get even, yeah, get even
Tell you a secret, partner
I wanna sing a song, just for you
Oh, hi
Wait a minute, who are you?
I'll tell you a secret (Love the way you do that, oh)
Haha
Yeah
(Love the way you do it)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
When I meet lots of new kids
Crazy, okay
She suck my dick so well, she ain't even teethin'
Run up in your crib, kill you for no reason, yeah
Don't give a fuck 'bout mama grievin', yeah
Pull up with them choppers and I get even, yeah, get even
Mama cry
Homicide
Do or die
It's just you and I
Eye for an eye
Life for a life
Better chose a side, 'fore I up that fire
That na dead, one in the head
Runnin' from the feds, I can't take no fuckin' pledge
I can't run from nas, nah, like I got no legs
Murder, murder, gang, couple bodies in the shed
She do pilates, she off the Molly, I'm all 'lone in the head
(Wait a minute, who are you?)
Them Illuminati all on my body, no, not government
I'm in the Masi', I keep the fire on me until I'm dead
I catch a homi', I catch a body at your residence
She suck my dick so well, she ain't even teethin'
Run up in your crib, kill you for no reason, yeah
Don't give a fuck 'bout momma grievin', yeah
Pull up with them choppers and I get even, yeah, get even
Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead
Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead
Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead
Real blue cheese, all my presidents dead
I'm fly like a bald eagle
Dick in her belly, like a torpedo
Tell her drop down, bitch, and get your fuckin' eagle on (Eagle on)
You can join too, it's a fuckin' sing-along
You can join too, it's a fuckin' sing-along
You can join too, it's a fuckin' sing-along
(Wait a minute, who are you?)
You can join too, it's a fuckin' sing-along
You can join too, it's a fuckin' sing-along
She suck my dick so well, she ain't even teethin'
Run up in your crib, kill you for no reason, yeah
Don't give a fuck 'bout momma grievin', yeah
Pull up with them choppers and I get even, yeah, get even
Tell you a secret, partner
I wanna sing a song, just for you
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Writer(s): Jordan Timothy Jenks, Michael Lamar White Ii
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