My Evil Thoughts Songtext
Mm, bitch
Look, ayy, ayy
Applyin' pressure where it's needed, ain't no room for lettin' up
A sittin' duck, lil' baby, move the fuck around, you bitches butt
Gave it up, can't name a bitch I linked with and ain't fuck it
Cost a lot to live like this, I'm at hibachi havin' brunch
Put two smokers in a room and see who make it out alive
And after that, I gave the winner laundry soap and then he died
Niggas fried, I'm spankin' shit for real, why would I lie?
Look, ayy, ayy
Applyin' pressure where it's needed, ain't no room for lettin' up
A sittin' duck, lil' baby, move the fuck around, you bitches butt
Gave it up, can't name a bitch I linked with and ain't fuck it
Cost a lot to live like this, I'm at hibachi havin' brunch
Put two smokers in a room and see who make it out alive
And after that, I gave the winner laundry soap and then he died
Niggas fried, I'm spankin' shit for real, why would I lie?
Don't need to pop out to no party if that bitch can't find a ride
Keep your head up on a swivel and stay balanced on your feet
But most important, don't you never leave your house without your gleek
Ayy, niggas sleep, me and bro go up and breathe on count of three
A scary scene, bitch, I done boogied down in ways you won't believe
Words won't ever hurt, it's best you grab some sticks and stones
We ain't forget, in middle school, bitch, you was gettin' exposed
Ayy, hit the road, you fuckin' but ain't fuckin' for no cho
Bitch, you was meant to bust that cooter, ho was thirteen actin' grown
TV dinner date, bitch, you are nowhere near a ten
I ain't gon' lie, the cooch was wack, but I'm still tryna hit again
But it depend, is she gon' cough a bag when I walk in?
You need stay the fuck up out them niggas' face and watch them kids
Mr. Make-Her-Choose, I got some game that you could use
It's best you know, if you can't bring no cho, you get the boot
Bitch, what it do? I told her drop a chase, she brought me two
Off the muscle with this rhymin' shit, I'm cold as Dr. Suess
On the gang, nigga
Keep your head up on a swivel and stay balanced on your feet
But most important, don't you never leave your house without your gleek
Ayy, niggas sleep, me and bro go up and breathe on count of three
A scary scene, bitch, I done boogied down in ways you won't believe
Words won't ever hurt, it's best you grab some sticks and stones
We ain't forget, in middle school, bitch, you was gettin' exposed
Ayy, hit the road, you fuckin' but ain't fuckin' for no cho
Bitch, you was meant to bust that cooter, ho was thirteen actin' grown
TV dinner date, bitch, you are nowhere near a ten
I ain't gon' lie, the cooch was wack, but I'm still tryna hit again
But it depend, is she gon' cough a bag when I walk in?
You need stay the fuck up out them niggas' face and watch them kids
Mr. Make-Her-Choose, I got some game that you could use
It's best you know, if you can't bring no cho, you get the boot
Bitch, what it do? I told her drop a chase, she brought me two
Off the muscle with this rhymin' shit, I'm cold as Dr. Suess
On the gang, nigga
