incredible!" With Ken Kaniff who just finds the men edible It's Ken Kaniff, on the internet Trying to, lure your kids, wit him into bed It's a, sick world we live in these days
got glocks fa days on the 9-9 Betta kill 'em all dog Bed make as they fall wid the 12-guage you bustin' on niggas So what now, come nigga get buck pow
will cry for you at your murder scene This Napolean But he got quick, don't strike first, it's on again In the shoe son Mo' stash son At least pretend
land got glocks fa days on the 9-9 Betta kill 'em all dog Bed make as they fall wid the 12-guage you bustin' on niggas So what now, come nigga get buck
of the crop, when it's time to do a show Girlies on my jock for my dope intro As I glance at E-Double, king microphone wrecker Turn on my cordless, sayin
the crop when it's time to do a show Girlies on my jock for my dope intro As I glance at E-Double, kickin microphone wrecker Turn on my cordless, sayin
pocket full of rocks that icey Creole, you talkin to me? Ettering bastard, put it down on paper I put a thermal couple of two on 'burnt out on capers
m under surviellence my phone on deck But I don't be on there cause the crackers is on it Greezy my home, grizz his too And we is the shit tryin feel our shoes
down) And representing, H-Town (H-Town) My homies, are always down (always down) Whenever, I'm rolling round (rolling round) I keep my hand, on my strap (on