Suicide dope.
Suicide dope.
Suicide dope.
To a side, though.
To a side, though.
To a side, though.
To a side, though.
To a side, though, bro.
To a side, though.
Uncleanly beat.
Uncleanly.
Two-sided dope.
Two-sided dope.
Two-sided dope.
Two-Side Dope.
Two-Side Dope.
Two-Side Dope.
I could give a fuck about you niggas
You hate and hold.
Took my black Escalade.
Got some suicide dough inside.
peanut butter peter pan brown i'ma cut your head nigga what's the dudes on the
I said it, motherfucker, hollering, skating, beating down streets, sipping on some
Bye.
Bye.
Bye.
Bye.
Bye.
And to the G-S-R.
So cut your ass, niggas, from the city.
I got some Joe, man.
You can bring us some.
Okay.
Yeah.
Two side dope.
Two side dope.
Two side dope.
To a side, though.
To a side, though.
I'm clean.
I'm clean.
Two-sided dope.
Two-sided dope.
Two-sided dope.
Two-Side Doe Burp
Suicide dolls and a blonde-haired genie is not a damn chop.
It's a real Lamborghini.
I ain't got nobody.
God.
She's mighty God.
This nigga's mighty fraud.
I see it.
And he know he got that pussy in his pants.
Nigga, I got you with that.
Bands on my pinky ring, bitch.
Pimp C, bitch.
It ain't free.
Get a whole key, bitch.
Win me one, three, bitch.
My Uzi weigh a ton.
I bought a necklace for my dick.
And my nuts got a MySpace page.
Hit my ball a day, bitch.
Suicide.
Suicide.
Two side door work, two side door cleanly beat.
And I'm a rapper.
A pork is a ram for the export.
Yeah, I'm a player, but I don't play them games.
Keep on my pull up fully at the park.
They can miss the streets.
Beat up, beat up, beat up.
Show me respect, man.
Perfect with the pistol.
Fantastic with the dick, man.
It ain't the diamonds that reflect Might so have it on your mind Before I blow it up
Two side dope.
Two side dope.
Two side dope.
To a side, though, to a side, though.
Two-sided, uncleanly because two-sided.
Two-sided dope, two-sided dope, two-sided dope.
Two-sided dope, two-sided dope, two-sided dope.
DJ Storm, aight?
