t move over Fried my little brains Fried my little brains Fried my little brains Fried my little brains Only got ten minutes, better get me good Pull out my little
Won't move over Fried my little brains Fried my little brains Fried my little brains Fried my little brains Only got ten minutes, better get me good Pull out my little
't move over Fried my little brains Fried my little brains Fried my little brains Fried my little brains Only got ten minutes, better get me good Pull out my little
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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
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
, got flowin' skills but nigga They bitches, now I just can't buy my bud With my steel, grabbed the 44 Mag' plus a sack And I snag my leather rag can'
two 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
a limo, that's my MO Roll next presidential, get a pistol to your temple I'll let it faint, leave your brain lingering in limbo Southern fried that's
limo, that's 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
you 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
' 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
's my last breath so what's next I'ma kill you 'fore you kill me Fuckin' with Hobby ya dead body Your bitch gonna feel me God I'm droppin' to my knees My
you feel the hatred, i want you to die. creepin bolo, always solo, chewy got me high my eyes are low, my heart is cold, my stare'll cause you pain my
