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Laughs ain't funny when you ain't got no money and that clock strikes for 20 and you wanna get
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TV when I'm on the mic and make the crowd move to escape reality
I bust my own groove ladies on the road say yes. Oh smell. I wake my other everybody's ass real good
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Put a tapper in the gut of the sledge slate push the tap and I watch the sewer drain out
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Yeah
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You
Is that pimp shit
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Think you know, you see I get no rejection. I in charisma
I'm daddy X and I come with correction. You know, there's infection. So where's some protection ain't nobody
So good to be done for the mixer. Don't bring a girlfriend because he's down to get with
What you barking? It must be the liquor. I'm back on your bitch. Just stick around like a stick
But I'm quicker because I'm the deal. Oh see all the freaks know me. They call me
Shit on the daily. Oh girlfriend. She pays me. I'll bust you in the grill then go chill with your
That's right, that's the way it goes laying down logs and tax it home
Sometimes I can't take no more. I always leave the show shoot the back door
Yo, I'm saying probably know the drink some brandy. I got the fat whistle cuz it comes in handy
Bitch by the name of candy, but he kicked her out because the pool nanny was
Daddy X took a red back to jail. So I'm a Z then I
Go girlfriend because the two damn
Only like the ones that are down to get naked
I knew that bitch. Yeah took her out once made her think I'm rich romance
Made her feel great. And that's the end of the night. I work that ass like a sly
Did you come I didn't bend the wrist well, I thought she knew it's the fucking
Sometimes I can't take no more. I always leave the show shoot the back door
Now Peter Bollas is the name I claim through many cities in it's all the same I see a freak
I look in her direction five minutes later should be
Not a cockblock like you might suppose just a game
Let me take it to another
Exhilaration of your mind comes with mine. Don't really know. I'll let you know. I'm that boy ST
Exposing your mind to the rhymes of a p-10 bowler. I'll make your girl
Hold up my name in pain as I'm approaching the collar
I'm first to tell machine on my new found lady hit it once that she'll be down don't pay me no babies
I like to protect from that HIV shit if my chickens you read
Oh Jack after I'm doing something dope. I thought you knew I'm a p-10 ball a fool. I gotta tell the crew
It's the pimp twist. It's the pimp twist a cocky mouth make a sweet girl
Reminisce about the day she was caught up in a pimp twist
Traitor not educator
Play a hater
I'm like a generator
Hesitator
Star demonstrator
Masturbator
Not a masticator
On your own fake squat
Shit was hot
The pussy got got
I hit the G spot
My other buddy hated his tongue caught rot
But he knew what he was in for when the booze got bought
Now that's not a lot
But that's proof of thought
You gotta burn her up if she's hot to try
Like it or not you need to stroke my plot
To think about your problems connect the dots
Hey that's right that's the way it goes
Laying down lies and taxing hoes
Sometimes I can't take no more
Always leave the show shoot the back door
Whip the dirty hoe through the back door
Look a little skeezy to the wrong door
And now it's your own no about the info
You gotta keep this shit on the down low
On the down low
About the info
Gotta keep this shit on the down low
Oh but you don't know
About the mo-mo
Cause you don't listen
Bum bum bum
That's the sounds in the fifties while they're hitting
And my chump said bum bum bum
Well it caught my attention we don't give a bum
I was living my life on a nine to five
Up early in the morning trying to survive
My chump changed it's a shame with no education
No inspiration no destination
But now my occupation is to do what I like
Keep the crowd moving and rock the mic
Cause if I don't rock it then another sucker will
And if you don't chalk it then I can't pay the bill
C'mon c'mon
Bum bum bum
That's the sounds in the fifties while they're hitting
And my chump said bum bum bum
Well it caught my attention we don't give a bum
I said bum bum bum
That's the sounds in the fifties while they're hitting
And my chump said bum bum bum
I'm that pig that you talk about
Saints what they shout you got all the clout
A day in the life of a cottonmouth king
1605 full pass with the bang
Trip daddy X threw me out on stage
Said Saint represent for the underage
Same damn year my face is up in rage
Got that ring in my nose labeled 16 gauge
Nah Saint dog I hunt ducks with the 12 gauge
And when I'm on the stage it's like get get real bling
Get me on the court my skills I'll put you in a maze
T T T ticket to twine all day
C'mon c'mon
Bum bum bum
That's the sounds in the fifties while they're hitting
And my chump said bum bum bum
We're the cottonmouth kings and we don't give a bum
I said bum bum bum
That's the sounds in the fifties while they're hitting
And my chump said bum bum bum
We're the cottonmouth kings and we don't give a bum
I said bum bum bum
That's the sounds in the fifties while they're hitting
And my chump said bum bum bum
It's the young political psychoanalytical
Undefeated champ that'll stick you fool
My style is crazy that would go out the lazy
If you chill with me I'll be sure to
It's about time to compute your math
Cause my beats keep bumping like a seismograph
And like Mickey Mantle
I can switch my stance on my superchord
While I'm down to left to lead hand
My vocals could be soft like I write in my lotion
And I'm a lyricist that's poetry in motion
To each of, to each of, I've got a jocumotion
Cast spell upon you take it off for my potion
Farewell to all and to all goodnight
I'm leaving these beats to creep out all night
Wait wait wait you say crib?
That will shut you up
Get of the crib and drop the ball
Good most bum bum bum
That's the sounds in the fifties while they're hitting
And my chump said bum bum bum
When they caught it now the king's that we don't
Give a fuck and said bum bum bum
That's the sounds in the fifties while they're hitting
And my chump said bum bum bum
When they caught it now the king's that we don't
Give a fuck and said bum bum bum
That's the sounds in the fifties while they're hitting
And my chump said bum bum bum
When they caught it now the king's that we don't
Give a