letra de xx. jimbo thurman. - [z6]jimmy.
i hope your momma got insurance for your casket, n-gga
sour mix taste like sarsaparilla it’s one baboon and a bunch of gorillas
and b-tch-ass n-ggas who’d rather beef a woman, dawg
it’s all an exception i love to tell your father how your body smell
how the first time i sniffed the fishy smell
round the cutty, now your strotum swell you finna die, the world gon’ say, oh well
well, what’s bragging rights in the hand of bananas
a bathing ape shirt go for free when you rob it
b-tch-ass n-ggas, i love callin’ y’all b-tch-ass n-ggas
the point get clearer, yeah, i wanna fight y’all n-ggas
let me switch up, nip-tuck your lady-boy stuffed
your rim-jobs ain’t even 20-inch wheels
gettin’ your ass ate by a stud in some high heels
this simulation ain’t finna get morе real
he can’t breathе nowhere underwater, cut off his gills
pill chuggers and cum guzzlers
video cameras to memorize your micro-d-ck
and every b-tch laugh when you pull your sh-t out, guy
they askin’ how you subtract nine lives with nine shots
there’s a difference between palm trees and a pine box
one got nuts and a guy we never trust
ain’t nothin’ to discuss, the species beam me up
they wanna steam me up, spaghettios and double stuff
f-ckin’ this redbone while we bathin’ in your blood, n-gga
i wish i could be like y’all
in a henny cup, in a sippy cup
boy, you just mad you got caught
why you tryna skimp? i don’t need a front
say you been a k!ller, not involved
it ain’t no surprise, i’ve been gettin’ high
you is not the guy
hootie hoo
hootie hoo, blue b-tch, came with a tool kit
pickin’ up the litter, ain’t nothin, scoop the p–p sh-t
been this man from stoop kid, popular demand
i’m poppin’ on demand, he got hit and then he turned
to grains of sand and she on my command
she turn the bonnie bender make her twerk and do the fortnite dance
used to be therapy sessions like
why the f-ck is he around? where’s waldo? never found
talkin’ bout he need a ten, boy, don’t come back no more
he was at the qt, talkin’ bout he at the jewelry store
eastside shadow man while we chillin’ in a prius
ah, what up, jah
fear don’t exist when the lens is dimmed by the darkness
pack like who farted by the stained carpet
we can find roaches, you can find apocalypse
it don’t include locusts, how your life started
when you die is when your life started
off that bourbon, almost hung myself inside of my apartment
the dope ain’t never been this low
can’t trust mary, she lie just as much as the pope
my shirt off in the pickup mixin’ rum with the coke
too short bumpin’ while i got a call from my loc
streets is dead from the jump
bunny rabbits hop off the porch, he got pulled out the hat
that’s how the tiger react, no captions
or shock value rap about syllables
don’t need a dre co sign to be at the pinnacle
in a swimming pool, he dive in it got baptized by holy missiles
drownin in communion, ah
i wish i could be like y’all
in a henny cup, in a sippy cup
boy, you just mad you got caught
why you tryin’ to skimp? i don’t need a front
say you been a k!ller, not involved
it ain’t no surprise, i’ve been gettin’ high
you is not the guy
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