's all I rap about bitch My dick is like a missile, my pistol's in my pants But my dick is hangin' lower than my pistol clip and pistol bitch Now we
so gently Still you cried and turned from me You stepped on my heart I forgave you just like mothers do From under your shoes I still carried you Soon my
half past eight And I said, "What the hey?" So I journeyed to her crib And I let myself inside That chick was slouched down on the couch I think her brain was fried
guns and a knife, form Voltron Oatmeal, PBJ, getting my bulk on Sacrificing most of you rappers, getting my coke on Electrifying all of you niggas, getting my
' skills, but niggas, they bitches, now I just can't buy my bud With my steel, grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack And I snag my leather rag, can't
some eyes Just a handful eyes And ears are on me Internet access Press the words on me A little further than i would get On my own two feet So whose
my M.O. Roll next presidential, get a pistol to your temple I'll let it faint, leave your brain lingering in limbo Southern fried that's how I ride, creed
Pert Growin up it was a chore, cause I gravitated towards stuff the homies ignored Like trippin off bad brains when on my skateboard Even more, I named my
Tłumaczenie: Zabójca. Fried My Little Brains.
Tłumaczenie: Killi. Fried My Little Brains.
skills, but niggas, they bitches, now I just can't buy my bud With my steel, grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack And I snag my leather rag, can't reveal
t need no equalizer To turn my voice low or higher like Maria Godzilla killa iller illiotic psychogaloptic runnin' for office Look at all these little
brains, take it you should've listened to us, down up for my thang Insane through the Flesh reign, and niggas ain't up on my level Devil took the niggas
up.! Behold the cream. . Cought in hells kitchen. My trigger fingers itchin. Nervous system's fucked up. That's why my nerves twitchin. Inslave your mentality. Nigga brain fried
I'm just so cold, I make a nigga say burr Gripping a round, me and my dogs get bucked With the Lil Cl'Che, still ready to get crunk We M double A-B, now little
brain fried on that coke Snorting heroin in the middle of a seventy show But you wonder why my lifestyle it be kind of rough It's them little green guys