Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck
Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace
Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck?
Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck
Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace
Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck?
Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck
Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace
Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck?
Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a mac truck
Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace
Nigga what? I'm complicated down to my strut
Like the way I hold my gat flat on its side like a pug
And I'm tickling the trigger make it laugh from its gut
You would think I'm a comedian the way it erupts
Nigga what? I represent the ashes and dust
All that's sittin' up in ya chin that's got ya stuck in a rut
You can fire, hold your fire, son, I'm smokin' you up
You can whistle your desires even Buddha got snuffed
Nigga now I'm standing on the corner of wow
Exclamations pointed at me 'cause I'm gettin' these nouns
Got these kids inventing adjectives and gaining renown
'cause I am nigga, I am
Nigga please, the earth, the air, the fire and the seas
Third dimension, fourth dimension, fifth dimension with ease
Oh, the chicken never thought I've got ya smokin' them trees
Ask your front door what my sawed off got you snortin' them keys
Nigga what? But I ain't gonna knock open up
When it's time to meet your maker ain't no changing the plot
You're an actor in the series nigga, I own the lot
And I'm here to serve these royalties like gold in a pot
Callin' haves and have nots
Callin' haves and have nots
Callin' haves and have nots
Callin' haves and have nots
Callin' haves and have nots
Callin' haves and have nots
Callin' haves and have nots
Callin' haves and have nots
Hey, ain't no need to stop that
Hey, ain't no need to stop that
Hey, ain't no need to stop that
Hey, ain't no need
God and pussy, objects of desire
And ill repute some rather seek up high
Than dig and grind that inner truth
The angel of my eye
A bit too fly to substitute
With any other form than the Messiah's black Mariah
Mothership, grandmother moon and sea
The wave and form of beauty born of Eden's apple tree
And every single Adam stands erect and prays to be
The follower she offers sweet communion, holy union
Let me see you run it just like that
Move your hips from side to side
Come forward, push it back
Let me know firsthand the land of glory that I lack
I surrender all to you if you surrender back
Holy God where'd you learn to squeeze it tight and then
Move it slow enough for me to question everything?
You slowly start to tremble heaven's walls begin to sing
Tsunami ever after cosmic slop on everything
Hey, ain't no need to stop that
Hey, ain't no need to stop that
Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck?
(Ain't no need to stop that)
Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck
Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace
Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck?
Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck
Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace
Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck? Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck? Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck? Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck? Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a mac truck Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace Nigga what? I'm complicated down to my strut Like the way I hold my gat flat on its side like a pug And I'm tickling the trigger make it laugh from its gut You would think I'm a comedian the way it erupts Nigga what? I represent the ashes and dust All that's sittin' up in ya chin that's got ya stuck in a rut You can fire, hold your fire, son, I'm smokin' you up You can whistle your desires even Buddha got snuffed Nigga now I'm standing on the corner of wow Exclamations pointed at me 'cause I'm gettin' these nouns Got these kids inventing adjectives and gaining renown 'cause I am nigga, I am Nigga please, the earth, the air, the fire and the seas Third dimension, fourth dimension, fifth dimension with ease Oh, the chicken never thought I've got ya smokin' them trees Ask your front door what my sawed off got you snortin' them keys Nigga what? But I ain't gonna knock open up When it's time to meet your maker ain't no changing the plot You're an actor in the series nigga, I own the lot And I'm here to serve these royalties like gold in a pot Callin' haves and have nots Callin' haves and have nots Callin' haves and have nots Callin' haves and have nots Callin' haves and have nots Callin' haves and have nots Callin' haves and have nots Callin' haves and have nots Hey, ain't no need to stop that Hey, ain't no need to stop that Hey, ain't no need to stop that Hey, ain't no need God and pussy, objects of desire And ill repute some rather seek up high Than dig and grind that inner truth The angel of my eye A bit too fly to substitute With any other form than the Messiah's black Mariah Mothership, grandmother moon and sea The wave and form of beauty born of Eden's apple tree And every single Adam stands erect and prays to be The follower she offers sweet communion, holy union Let me see you run it just like that Move your hips from side to side Come forward, push it back Let me know firsthand the land of glory that I lack I surrender all to you if you surrender back Holy God where'd you learn to squeeze it tight and then Move it slow enough for me to question everything? You slowly start to tremble heaven's walls begin to sing Tsunami ever after cosmic slop on everything Hey, ain't no need to stop that Hey, ain't no need to stop that Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck? (Ain't no need to stop that) Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck? Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace Explain Request ×
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