Papaya?
Yeah, yeah (Don't fuck with it)
Y'all some pawns
I am here to preach the dawn
I was at horizon all along
I am the new wave
Look I just pulled off a thong
New whip, new jeans
Straight from internationalclothing.com
But y'all folding under the pressure
I'm glowing, flowing
Let me just take off my shoes
Off right on your bed
Fuck your house
And I take your head, fuck your blouse
Then I come out as gay
Just to hunt them out
Make sure their opinions never count
Unless I bring my bread, shout my shout
Until the clout runs out, I don't care
Grab you by the balls, let's play musical chairs
Let's watch everyone stare
As we rip them out by their pubic hairs, if the public cares
I'm myself
Yeah we in the four seat cruiser
Came on five bitches from the palooza
Rolling with the gang like Yakuza
Loser, you a loser
She sitting on my lap, strap by the sack
She fuck with the shooters
Big Bentley trucks like movers
Go to sleep, sleep til the moon up
Crip for my cro's
Bludclat for the others
Shut up
That money counter does not stutter
I just fucking stuttered
Lust for the power
Leer your ass and you shudder
Fear the leader, in the 6ix we go by litres
Did you assume I don't mix the coke with the shrooms
Smoke bare gas in the system, running off fumes
Drug abuse go crazy
End of the show Looney Tunes (Ohhh)
Damn
She fell down a well (Oh well)
I let the chopper sing like Adele
Bye bye Dear Elle
It's your fault for falling down a well
(Damn)
(Damn)
(Damn)
(Damn)
(Damn)
(Damn)
(Damn)
(Damn)
Y'all some pawns
I am here to preach the dawn
I was at horizon all along
I am the new wave
Look I just pulled off a thong
New whip, new jeans
Straight from internationalclothing.com
But y'all folding under the pressure
I'm glowing, flowing
Let me just take off my shoes
Off right on your bed
Fuck your house
And I take your head, fuck your blouse
Then I come out as gay
Just to hunt them out
Make sure their opinions never count
Unless I bring my bread, shout my shout
Until the clout runs out, I don't care
Grab you by the balls, let's play musical chairs
Let's watch everyone stare
As we rip them out by their pubic hairs, if the public cares
I'm myself
Yeah we in the four seat cruiser
Came on five bitches from the palooza
Rolling with the gang like Yakuza
Loser, you a loser
She sitting on my lap, strap by the sack
She fuck with the shooters
Big Bentley trucks like movers
Go to sleep, sleep til the moon up
Crip for my cro's
Bludclat for the others
Shut up
That money counter does not stutter
I just fucking stuttered
Lust for the power
Leer your ass and you shudder
Fear the leader, in the 6ix we go by litres
Did you assume I don't mix the coke with the shrooms
Smoke bare gas in the system, running off fumes
Drug abuse go crazy
End of the show Looney Tunes (Ohhh)
Damn
She fell down a well (Oh well)
I let the chopper sing like Adele
Bye bye Dear Elle
It's your fault for falling down a well
(Damn)
(Damn)
(Damn)
(Damn)
(Damn)
(Damn)
(Damn)
(Damn)
Credits
Writer(s): Sticky T
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