Wedding Home
* me, bitch
Damn, son, where'd you find this?
Yo, you can't * with the kids
You cannot * with the hits
I got the boom in the back
My * is * legit
I got the boom with the bass
Headphones is banging my head
I had a screw-up in my system
Just to bang off my hat
*, I'm bouncing this bitch
I'm bumping * off the walls
She says she likes to play soccer
This bitch is grabbing my balls
I'm cutting cream out to you
Sending it to you
Straight through the mail
* with the unicorn rider
I'll put you straight through a nail
It's the rider
Coming in hot, the survivor
Cutting you to pieces like MacGyver
The fire is blazing
Put you in your place
Why you waiting?
Waiting so long that you turn into a raisin
But now I'm going in
Coming in deep with the hoes we in
Buffalo Bill when I'm on that pill
You know that we gonna kick this hoes again
Yeah, I'm that * dude
These cats been * with
Your daughter's celibate
Too bad she's sick

Sucking dick
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Meesee, Meesee, Meesee, Meesee, Meesee, Meesee
You know what it is, man
Uh-huh
Bones up to the wall
Blow her, man
LB, so low
LB, there's no ideas
No ideas
My G, my G
Let's go in, man
Yeah, yeah
What?
What?
Uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
It's the ninja assassin
Thought we'd be asking
Uh-huh
Playing with my niggas
And it's you I'm kidnapping
On the block, we trapping
Screaming I was half
And they call me Black Ringo
So I stay with my people
And my guns staying on
You love a nigga
There is no equal
I guess hey, pasta, amigo
All I'm seeing is green bones
Yes, I'm talking about Cito's
Cause I'm flashy as *
Yeah, I'm * your bitch
Watch me hold my nuts
Just call them young lips
Yeah, nigga, not giving a *
* my ho, little nigga
Yeah, it's MG's up
Spitting fire at hell
Try checking my Gouda
And you're tasting my shell
Up 160 degrees
That's a tip on me
With them clips on squeeze
I like my crips on my G's
I like my chips on my cheese
I only came with large bills
Pretty bitches, tall heels
Baby blue, tall heels
L means small kills
What?
Yeah, man
Yeah
Uh-huh
What?
One!


Two
Ooh, then my's
That's it
That'sNDFQ
That'sNDFQ
That'sNDFQ
That'sNDFK
Really?

Really?
Yeah
Wow
That was a good one
Not bad
Not bad
But they're looking
For Weeknd's
Good
Whatever
Yeah

Yeah
We here
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Shut up, Darkseid, you don't own me
I know that you're lonely
Cause you ain't got no homies
I told you I would kill them all
Kill them all off with bullet holes
Take a lesson from the veteran with the weapon
And give your guess and if you wanna come and fill this hole
There's another rapper that can spit against the best man
I'm a multi-million dollar making investment
You better sign me, who the *
Or I'ma make you cruel
Pulling more pork than a dork in Pro Tools
So now we blowin' up
Take a toss till we throwin' up
Party people in the club and everybody gettin' drunk
Gotta get it started when you're rollin' up
Puppet push-up in the blunt
Worth out a hundred bucks
Look at me sunnin' my butt to me son
Because I'm flashy as *
This is the major flip, don't give a * what you talkin' about