: There's only one type of girl on my mind She's always on my mind When I leave the house, I see them outside They're always on my mind I think of a
: I forgot to call myself I made myself mad I kept myself up all night I made myself cry I was late for my own dinner I stood myself up I forgot I had
: I'm sick I have a headache I got a fever I've got a runny nose I didn't get any sleep last night Cuz I'm sick I'm sick I'm sick I'm dehydrated I've
: There's some cigarette butts in the street But the wind came and blew them all away There's a couple of ladies in the nail salon I don't think they
: That horse couldn't close his eye Little Sorrell, Little Sorrell In a glass cage where he lies Little Sorrell, Little Sorrell That horse makes me wonder
: You know I've got an ugly twin He looks just like me, he's got a stupid grin He always follows me, he knows where I've been When he's around you know
her pregnant, then neglect it Then you go an tell the chick "get an abortion" Them types, CyHi is not endorsing They sitting down to take a leak, I'm pissing
It seems ill spend my whole life Catching colds and missing trains I waited in the rain For a blind date who never showed Then a 4x4 drenched my jeans
and copped me a Ford Makin' moves money like the king of New York Gucci go and get it, while them hoes get abortions Shittin' on a bitch, take a piss
they say bonjour I'm pissed, I never got to fly on a Concord I been Southampton but I've never been to Scunthorpe I'm fuckin' crazy with the kicks, call me Jean
rules AKs and IQs 'til my skies are light blue Hey, I must admit it, I ain't shamed I'm the best, oh They've been bitten, that's why I pissed off the
' at birds are us, murderous Don't blame me, blame the music I write with napalms in my hands Flame the fuses, like a piss, off you go I'm nice battin
from her mamma Why she always gotta piss me off? She get it from her mamma Why she always gotta take the call? She get it from her mamma Why she wore the tight jeans
in a gunfight Kaboom, we still mash as a team As we mash for our dreams Actin' hood niggas for green It's Dillinger, forfillin', Makin' a low outta killin' Pullin' scandalous jeans
stove I ran over the globe and back again [Chorus] [Verse 2: Rosco P. Coldchain] Y'all niggas really ain't got a pot to piss in Or a window to throw
take a toter? and a brain fart If you wanted urine in your face, all you had to do was say it You wish you woulda just stayed pissed off in the first
fame take the buzz take the name but the talent still remains tell the hater change of plan I tell the label drop me still on weeks we all run piss off
a throw back Holdin' a gat ain't gonna bust and know that It's a dub (W) S C thang dub C brain And we don't fuck with niggas and khaki jeans strains I