Lord, lord, lord Should I go crazy with the flow or get steady with the flow? No, no
I don't know why I'm addicted to them white girls That's not cocaine, that's not no from the 2-1-2 Came up form nothing but hopes and views I pray the Lord my soul to keep it Flash it down before I wait For heaven's sake I'm strapped up The devil's got a hold of me
One touch of them soft hands That done too crazy so to speak Drive me crazy when I had my baby Make a nigger wanna hold that piece Chest u on my brain From suicidal tendencies Oh shit broke bitch, never on that hoe shit Niggers claim they running shit no spray no bottle No service, no car, paved the way So far it's like they've been needing To get on my shit, fuck it bitch I'm on my way You ain't worth a penny, that's that auto way Phone smash that's that Harlem way Chrome after that condome that's the Emily Right out of that funeral, fuck it I took it all the way Got up on my stake and shit fuck you niggers pay me shit I don't even rap for free your main hoe got me rapping shit But I've been fucking with this white girl who liked buying me shit Slammed up on that pussy like I'm waiting shit Money I can't say these hoes need But I don't feed them hoes even so ether Niggers think they hold piece, get the fuck up out my face
I don't know why I'm addicted to them white girls That's not cocaine, that's not no from the 2-1-2 Came up form nothing but hopes and views I pray the Lord my soul to keep it Flash it down before I wait For heaven's sake I'm strapped up The devil's got a hold of me I just need a bad bitch blind road cup feel me Real niggers by my side, food up on my dinner plate Driving on my own land looking for a remedy Lord when I die I just hope that they remember me
These niggers taking other niggers flows Fuck it, I'm taking another niggers hoes And your rhymes ain't shit like these bitches is Keep them hoes wet the way they live and christen in Catch me in my eyes but my main niggers christening I ain't got to feel relationships ain't into fixing it Cause a hoe gonna be a hoe I can't save'em And a bitch gonna be a bitch I can't tame'em Attitudes I don't even entertain'em So if you get on your knees I'll explain it And maybe we can go and make some arrangements A nigger shine no jury no chain shit To hella bars I ain't even had no arrangements Niggers ain't even on my level, it's a shame Then again fuck it I do this shit while I'm playing No BA sports but straight action Spits don't need no fact I don't even need no Some of these bitches be broke with expensive purses Some of your outers be better than your verses Selling the master while a nigger sold perfect Shorty had a kitty cat I called her ass Persian We all riding and swerving in a suburban Well she gave it all like a twerve it in
I don't know why I'm addicted to them white girls That's not cocaine, that's not no from the 2-1-2 Came up form nothing but hopes and views I pray the Lord my soul to keep it Flash it down before I wait For heaven's sake I'm strapped up The devil's got a hold of me I just need a bad bitch blind road cup feel me Real niggers by my side, food up on my dinner plate Driving on my own land looking for a remedy Lord when I die I just hope that they remember me
Compositores: Perry Rodriguez, Justin Marquez ECAD: Obra #43164654