selection you're gonna play? Uhh we got whatthefuck Umm there's a few but I'm tellin you man There's crazy booin, crazy I'm like it don't matter How
her he can feel her To the strain of the pain made him vein there's no more angels straight up KILLER! My apologies, it's not very God of me, to go crazy
be bumpin it's crunk and it's hella haterific Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play when October is lookin bloody and Satanistic Killas
bumpin it's crunk and it's hella haterific Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play when it over is lookin bloody and Satanistic Killas
't no contaning me when I'm ringing these motherfuckin' heaters Causing tragedy, tearing off your whole chest cavity Mobbing through the neighborhood, nigga, twenty inch bollters Fresh house, shoes, hair, rollers Lenny wanna kill
ill b dressing They be like oh my god boy what have you done For Lewis to lock you inside of Louis vuttion I like lil Wayne daddy See cash ------- She said you crazy
check one, check two, showing that the text do any nigger have shoes sniff a ... and bless you gonna still stand and talk, don't know what the rest do
clout I'll take niggas hearts And turn killers into girl scouts works of art Picasso from the Hydro roller slash hustler CEO slash retired soldier Kill or be killed
THE LOX LYRICS Wild Out Crazy Time! Whoa (My Dawgs) Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, (OK) Whoa, Whoa (yo,yo,yo), Whoa, (yo, yo, yo) Whoa, (yo) WHoa, (yo) Whoa, Whoa
I got nu-thin to lose (ungh!) Pass me a ski mask, a glock, and my tennis shoes I got nu-thin to lose Pass me a ski mask a glock, and my tennis shoes (
say Even though they criticize, secretly they fantasize But they know they'll never paid be to play Yeah I'mma kill one of you young punks With a old
up four and ride high Strap under the seat my hood technique As I destroy your block like _dante's peak_ Feel me, partly a killer, clocker for fun On
niggas can't take me, 'cause I ain't runnin When it's time for me to make a move, I'm a make it Leave a motherfucker standin' in his shoes, a born killer
why'd you slang crack? I had to Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to A nigga gotta pay the fuckin' rent Crazy
a guy and still be his friend? i always wind up crushed out in the end and it makes me crazy whoa - whoa - whoa crazy whoa - whoa- whoa dolly parton
And I gotta ride, kill, and maintain my mothafuckin biz wax A nigga's fin to get tax, a nigga goin mad, they call me mad max A mothafuckin rebel (a crazy
to the bad guy that one you fucked when you passed by Buck buck from a glock, tempered glass fly Do or Die walk a mile in my shoes and you'd be crazy
shop anywhere life is like a mobile home. stylin in a coop cute shoes lookin overgrown. i kno how to post it on kill the game ova gone. Chorus Cassidy: Im crazy