Y'all live for bitches and blunts we live for weed and money y'all live for bitches and blunts we live for weed and money Y'all live for bitches and blunts we live for weed and money y'all live for bitches and blunts we live for weed and money y'all live for bitches and blunts we live for weed and money

Yo man shut the fukk up about this vase, nigga God fukkin' damn it, that's it, that's fukkin' it, chill the fukk out, y'all, settle and this deal with this shit right fukkin' now, expeditiously

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This is you when you're fresh up out the shower Oooooh shit I'm so fresh and so fukkin clean

And if this magic shit don’t work We running up in niggas houses

Yeah see y'all know what's y'all problem is Camel Cowboys?, Y'all two are fresh off the boat and y'all already fukkin with niggas Take it as a compliment you necessities buying,.semi wretched butthole, you're too tense and uptight

And the rest of y'all motherfukkas in here, y'all niggas get the fukk out, this motherfukkin party is goddamn over Take y'all fukkin bitch asses outta here, y'all crazy ass pricks and freak hoe bitches bounce, giddy up, adios, bye, get out

You Shutcha ass up for the next two weeks or I'm gonna shootcha ass up, end of fukkin story Birch Shut the fukk up, getcha ass out my fukkin face, before i pop yo fukkin neck bitch and move down to fukkin Texas

I see colors and fucked up everything has shit on the floor. Fucked up shit who? We need to shit!

You Shutcha ass up for the next two months or I'll shotcha ass up boy, end of fukkin story Bitch Shut the fukk up, getcha ass out my motherfukkin face nigga, before i pop yo fukkin neck bitch and move down to fukkin Texas

We play some slack division II team And we kick the living shit out of them

I just seen your little video you hoe ass nigga, you cook Grilled Cheese Sandwiches on a fukkin Iron, you call your niggas bloods, and you a hoe ass nigga Keep fukkin around or me and my crip niggas gonna drive by your barbershop and light that motherfukka up

My Pops, My Uncles, My Cousins, Brothers, Family Friends and Me are blunt and joint smokers, Alcoholic drinkers, we all smoke, drank We even take pills, sooner or later, we all be fukkin up extremely bad

And the rest of y'all motherfukkas in here, y'all niggas get the fukk out, this motherfukkin party is goddamn over Take y'all fukkin bitch asses outta here, y'all crazy ass pricks, freak hoe bitches bounce, giddy up, sign out, leave, adios, bye, peace out, get out

Is that what you want you wanna mix it up a lil bit It don't fukkin matter bitch we can take this shit to on Third Street between MLK and Elm Tree

Is that what you want you wanna mix it up a lil bit It don't fukkin matter bitch we can take this shit to Third Street between MLK and Elm Tree yo mama and yo cousin can't save ya