Yeah! This that new Tweet shit This shit is crazy y'all! 2005 Volume one nothing but sickness Holla We gon' get this party started Yes it's our concern
count that money for me partner Ay Ross make sure that nigga got that shit right, ya hear me? Ay, let a motherfucker go ding, that's a 150 thou Yeah, that
us 'Cause we make the hipsters fall in love When we got our hot pants on and up And yes of course we does We runnin' this town just like a club And
think that I'm gone chill, after all that shit I heard) I damn near carried you, I could've married you Good thing I found out before I put that 7 karats
and that's it Long as they can go to the club and get blitz Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJ's playing them hits Oh this my jam, this
roll with us 'Cause we make the hipsters fall in love And we've got hot pants on and up And yes of course we does We running this town just like a club And
on my death bed Screaming F that yeah super Ill Baby, what the deal, we can chill Split half a pill and a happy meal, fuck a stank slut I cut my toes off and
With The Kitten While You Liftin' Up Ya Shirt (Shirt) Baby Let Me Lick On Dat Nipple (Yeah) Ha Ha Ha That Tickle (Ha Haaa) Bout To Bust A Bomb Off Turn That Damn
push, they say we gotta shout Is this the way to keep our bonfires burning Sick feeling, sick reasoning, sick challenge you la la la la You can't imagine
on gucci.. And she gota fuck New slim Richey tha whole squad.. Now bitch YOu even gota fuck So ICy Boy.. We a fam over here This sum pussy this sum the mall.. And
, leanin', niggas is sick Steamin', they can't understand the meanin' So they plot and conjure up ways to interrupt my well bein' But that 9's been a damn
You killin em baby, you know that baby You killin em baby, you know that baby You killin em baby, you know that baby You killin em baby, you know that
I bet you realize this time that When you see my friends sitting outside they were There to help me pack my bags And tell me don't listen to you if you
don't give a fuck I kill everyone You'll be mopping up blood and guts And all the shit when I'm done, isn't this fun? Gimme a gun and I'll tell you all
you didn't know that I said I love you and I swear I still do And it must have been so bad ?Cause living with me must have damn near killed you And this
you just not ready yet.What chick you know drive a stick, sick in the kitchen and look like this.So if your serious, serious about loveing me This ain't no hit and
some crazy shit I seen this one shit on the news A couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge And had his girlfriend in the trunk And