Bad Taste

Soft ass im a boss ass
You the type to take a lost and never bounce back
Pressing on them make them fold buckle up
Put your foot on your neck make them toughen up
Compressing my soil blood starts to boil
So much game in my veins your speakers will spoiled

Lungs is cooked from all the P's we smoked
Optimo peach swisher sweets we rolled
Not a backwood not that good i know
RIP the mack God Thizz untill i go
I let my hair grow Rock the afro
Refuse to split a pill Beezy take a whole

Orange juice untill the sun come
She said Jav go ahead i don't fall in love
I seen the hood cry out slowly
Drug lust came and snatched the homie
Cooked good meals still bust tree
They gave Bill Cosby 8 all my bitches smoke weed

You don't know me and i dont give afuck
I be out numbered soft as fuck
Steady killin it real militant
You ain't moving shit eating up hands
You want beef Im heating up pans
Tearing suckers off rip the pockets off your pants

The freaks come out at night like the street lights
Im doing two things relaxing and trying to get mines
The latest call of duty out and im online
With blood shot eyes kill a noob time
When it's dark even your shadow leaves your side
When it's dark your shadow leaves your side
It's hard to trust somebody too much dignity and pride
When you share a conversation look them in there eyes



Credits
Writer(s): Javier Valadez
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