hard body muthafuka, got a heart of a killa young God in the building bouta start a religion bout to call Bin Laden up and order some missles bring them straight to your block and go to war with you bitches if u hit the head been to rest fall in position shoot a nigga from on his porch and make him fall in his kitchen cop the big boy porche with all the specifics and I keep that torch baby call me Olympics red white blue pill flip my skills like gymnasts and never give bitch money, blood or kidneys when the gun goes pow I be at the finish with the medal around my neck autograph on my tennis the land of the murder dough crack and syringes pull up on ya in the coupe how phat is your engine? never talk to those that sat on the benches boy, I was in the game on 4th and inches these niggas want the business ima give these boys the business she fukin witht he boy that tote toys before christmas got all these ho's trippin, got all these ho's strippin,\ and we aint PSC but these bitches know we tippin I just bought a pint and aint of yall sippin make my friends buy they own, fuck, I'm tired of being friendly you aint gotta lie just to try to me with me bitches up in heaven waitin up in heaven with God to be with me I'm crazy for being wayne, or is wayne just crazy? I've been around I'm still around like the gieco cavemen hairpin trigga know I won't shave it I spot hip hop in the ocean I'm gon save it the south is so dirty bitch u can't bathe it hollygrove dog and I feel like matin baby girl ur pussy lookin so vacant and its fuck you and fuck Georgia bush not makin, fuck waist deep I'm in over my head but its cool ima make it, I'm good like meagan ur girl wants me to come ron like regan ur boyfriend is softer than the cartin the eggs in, I don't fear nothing but god and weddings at the top of my paper like I'm startin a heading my homie Santana yea that's my ace you may know us as I can't feel my face (verse 2) see they don't know where I came from but they know where I'm goin and ill tell u just how the top feels when I'm on in the game I'm no cheetah, ima tiger, ima cougar, ima panther, ima bingo, ocho cinco I'm illy shirts softer than gilly, in a pair of gucci flops feelin free-er than willie, when them niggas left I gotta little but chilly but I just let it burn like the end of the philly WEEZY! Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com