drink my piss you nasty slut yeah yeah
Hah
I love my stove (Делит на бите, сука)
Ayy, yuh, yeah
I be eatin' the pussy, sippin' Henny, I'm gon' fuck it up
I got all the fuckin' bands, ho, we can chill or some'n
I don't wan' care no more, that nigga, you should give me your shit
Smokin' Backwoods, side nigga, I'ma slice you up or some'n
Gang gang, he ain't flippin' no shit
Yo' bitch do the same thing, but I ain't change
This Scotch got me real fucked up, she finna get fucked up
I'm a fucking bartard, got all the heart, I gotta lick her cunt
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I know lots of niggas that got guns for fun
And when they handlin' the drum they go dun-dun-dun
Because they comin' and it's rainin', cover up the sun
I know a self-snitch, tell him if you up to some'n
But I cap in my raps, so the rats cannot tell the difference
I like snorting smack off her back while I'm acid trippin'
I might put the 'Gnac in my crack, now my butthole sippin'
Bitch, I like to cap, like a hat
Anarchy the mission
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (I sell crack, nigga)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I love my stove (Делит на бите, сука)
Ayy, yuh, yeah
I be eatin' the pussy, sippin' Henny, I'm gon' fuck it up
I got all the fuckin' bands, ho, we can chill or some'n
I don't wan' care no more, that nigga, you should give me your shit
Smokin' Backwoods, side nigga, I'ma slice you up or some'n
Gang gang, he ain't flippin' no shit
Yo' bitch do the same thing, but I ain't change
This Scotch got me real fucked up, she finna get fucked up
I'm a fucking bartard, got all the heart, I gotta lick her cunt
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I know lots of niggas that got guns for fun
And when they handlin' the drum they go dun-dun-dun
Because they comin' and it's rainin', cover up the sun
I know a self-snitch, tell him if you up to some'n
But I cap in my raps, so the rats cannot tell the difference
I like snorting smack off her back while I'm acid trippin'
I might put the 'Gnac in my crack, now my butthole sippin'
Bitch, I like to cap, like a hat
Anarchy the mission
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (I sell crack, nigga)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
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Writer(s): Joshua Hamilton
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