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Lyrics:
4 oclock on the dot, swerving dirty past the cops, fuck your set fuck all the opps, i grip a glock and keep it cocked, glock stays cocked inside my pocket, come try me i might just pop it, bust your skull like im Mohamed, pawn your shit and count the profits,
break your jaw, fuck the law, what i do when cops is called, hop in the whip and ass i haul, swerve past a ditch and hope they fall, im insane, sipping lean, cut my cups with mescaline, hide my face like halloween, then leave you at the murder scene
onna sunday fuck going to church, catch me slump on the couch still snorting a perk, got your bitch on the left eating dick for dessert, got her saying that she love me even though im the worst, i couldn’t give a fuck, imma mutt, i did a little molly now im fuckin a slut, but im too fucked up so i poked her butt, when i got whiskey dick it takes me long to nut,
pulling out, time to bounce, first i bite her neck just like the count, when a mutt gets hungry bitch hes gotta chow, i got an appetite just broke out the pound, dont make a sound bitch fear the hound, ruling like a king dont need a crown, pile all the bones up in a mound, now im ruling over an empty town
Beat: https://youtube.com/watch?v=KbqQ-0hz-kE
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap