Walk up in the session wit my dick in my hand
Fat sweet in my mouth, 24 ounce can
Ain't got no time for all yesterday he say she say
Pull out the B-Tape give it to the DJ
My eyes are tight and shinin cuz I'm smokin some kill
Dont look at me go buy some drinks call up some hoes if you will
I see its nothin but a party oh well I guess that I'm the host
Ain't nobody got no more weed its time to smoke
Keep that beat rollin, you see everybody's holdin they own
You know I got to bust at least 2 or 3 before I'm gone
But theres always one in the crowd rappin loud
All in the niggas mouth for all them bitches and cowards
With the East coast flow West coast body language
Don't know nothin bout the South tryin to find someone to hang wit
Man when you finish flowin, or whatever the fuck you doin
Holla at me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n
Had to get away needed some time to chill
So thought of 59 and got behind the wheel
Scooped up a fat sack of kill I'll be drivin a while
Takin 2 or 3 pulls every 5 or 6 miles
I can't wait to see my road dogs you know how we do it
Just like a case of beer piece of cotton, run right through it
And all the bitches know me I hit quite a few they be glad to see me Niggas don't give 'em dick like I do
I bust about 2 then they tell they friends then I'm in
With my french tickler makin they pussy lips lips grin
And there's always one in the crowd
Talkin loud found out I fucked her cousin
Now she runnin her mouth leavin notes on my windshield
I'm a bitch I'm a ho
Early in the mornin bitches knockin at my mamas door
Mama please when you finish whatever that you doin
Who ever that is tell I'm in the bathroom boo boo'n
Fat sweet in my mouth, 24 ounce can
Ain't got no time for all yesterday he say she say
Pull out the B-Tape give it to the DJ
My eyes are tight and shinin cuz I'm smokin some kill
Dont look at me go buy some drinks call up some hoes if you will
I see its nothin but a party oh well I guess that I'm the host
Ain't nobody got no more weed its time to smoke
Keep that beat rollin, you see everybody's holdin they own
You know I got to bust at least 2 or 3 before I'm gone
But theres always one in the crowd rappin loud
All in the niggas mouth for all them bitches and cowards
With the East coast flow West coast body language
Don't know nothin bout the South tryin to find someone to hang wit
Man when you finish flowin, or whatever the fuck you doin
Holla at me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n
Had to get away needed some time to chill
So thought of 59 and got behind the wheel
Scooped up a fat sack of kill I'll be drivin a while
Takin 2 or 3 pulls every 5 or 6 miles
I can't wait to see my road dogs you know how we do it
Just like a case of beer piece of cotton, run right through it
And all the bitches know me I hit quite a few they be glad to see me Niggas don't give 'em dick like I do
I bust about 2 then they tell they friends then I'm in
With my french tickler makin they pussy lips lips grin
And there's always one in the crowd
Talkin loud found out I fucked her cousin
Now she runnin her mouth leavin notes on my windshield
I'm a bitch I'm a ho
Early in the mornin bitches knockin at my mamas door
Mama please when you finish whatever that you doin
Who ever that is tell I'm in the bathroom boo boo'n
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