BEYOND E

Last century. Open up the fucking top hatch. Ride up the dental and get cat these claps. Doing what you do so I don't check BS. I smoke a blunt for pound with you so Now I have to leave. That LP D, I'm thinking of fucking fucking guts. See that bitch on the corner and she taking Junk. Ultimately, My simple love will get me half speed. All my niggas been half cooked, like y'all don't Make weed. I'm with nigga nigga, pick 'em up, Move this pile It's the fucking summer time, You motherfucking hungry Last one, Last one, my fucking labor man. This is every that motherfucking love them. If you take my hand, I'm gonna touch it The If you you're never there, we need that Motherfucking love. To death, I'm taking strips, down and keep it Zipped. After that, hold chips, Bring it to fucking bitch. Check it out make 'em all cry. Twenty-six motherfuckers say fuck a baby life. You thought the smoke was shit, you thought fucking Time. Even your mama talking shit, Ugly bitches better get blissed. With me and my niggas make half cooked, the N-O-B is the clique. So, got the drugs and coke, got the arms And the feet too. Give me business, Give time, pick up the rest of the fucking Loot. done, I Got Is Peace And all my fucking guts. Bitch a stupid drunk, fuck that I'm full phone's Phone's