Pt111

Lyrics

[Intro] (Angel) (Slayworld) [Chorus] Nigga ain't on shit We getting high to the top floor He got guap but it ain't shit Hellcat faster than 10-4 Yea y'all talk, but ain't yo' bitch Nigga ain't smokin' on rello Yea y'all talk, but thats my bitch And her ass, shake like jello Ride round, DYT with the stick I think my bitch yellow And she wanna be my wife, what is dat'? And she wanna hit me in my tello' Lets go give that nigga a stitch She wanna stay in my tello' Need my money blue, just like stitch I'm finna play this hoe like a cello You know my pockets they itch Wants some money then lets go [Verse] The way i'm flying and shit Lets go pour me up, couple [?] bitch And she gon gas me up Bitch cost an arm and a leg And she gon fuck me up You gone talk till you dead And she gon' shake some And take one more, straight to his head And she gon' show me a lil' sum I'm off oxy ain't hear what you said And my dick hit her tongue Make more money than ed, edd, and eddy And my dick hit her gum Slide on his block nigga, just like a sled And I can fuck on your mom XD [?] Hollow gon' hit his eye Choppa go too far (too far woah) We getting too far (too far woah) Choppa killin' two lifes (two lifes woah) Pop at a stop light, lets go (Slayworld-Slayworld) This bitch too fine This bitch ain't mine We could really recline Me and the cops finna decline Boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, yea, yea