Face

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Tree hugging the wall-ass bitches fuck with a baller Hard as a wrecking ball Crush your walls and fuck up your karma Honor roll on your daughter Leave a puddle of water That's hot as your son's man, tell him not to step on the daughter's Melodica minus the mellows, dick with a A Suck it, no K, but this shit's busting No spray on a bitch cousin Don't play when an itch coming Just pray for the kiss of cunnilingus And the gun barrel he ain't gonna be missed there, just tell him to [Hook] Fuck shit up bitch break your Face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) Fuck shit up bitch break your Face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) Fuck shit up bitch break your Face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your) You remember that shit? Aye, aye Is he paying attention? [Verse 2] In a minute the walls will be bleeding, no trigger They wash off the rest of the semen they missed But step off before you get red on your dress Head from the best Let it digress Degrade, debase, the shade, the race The ride, the client is payin' for face And time is funny, ain't it with a gun Can paint it the color, but reverends have run This town, this fucking club Foot on the neckbone, in the gut Shot of the 'trone, the heem, the belly, the lean The Louie, the crown, the sound, the scene The cut, trying to cut Lay in the cut, blood from the cut Look at it, they cuttin' the neck and exposing the guts So get in their shit, let 'em bitch if you ready to [Hook] Fuck shit up bitch break your Face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) Fuck shit up bitch break your Face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) Fuck shit up bitch break your Face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your) I don't even know what the fuck he was talking about... Hey you... hey you see that shit when he did that? [Verse 3] Fire all over the ceiling, in the fucking building The plaster is peeling They built it so that our good leadership Feelings could have a way out Break shit Killers ain't dripping off burning They burn for the burners to have a reason To come out to the corner To find a lesser and to learn em' a thing Or three hundred and twenty one son of a gun Or a runner of Uzi that's weighing a ton Or a toner, a tuner or lunatic Moving these units like glue, how they do it And sticking that, clicking that Click and they clack 'Cause that's sound of a MAC in the trunk full of hools Make 'em sit in the back of the Acura, accurate Adequate at it again they'll come back for this win And unless you are certain, you ready to... [Hook] Fuck shit up bitch break your Face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) Fuck shit up bitch break your Face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) Fuck shit up bitch break your Face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your)