Choppa won't miss a nigga Hundred round drum killin' everybody Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew! Yeah! We ain't wasting no time (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Splat, splat, splat, woo! She hop on the dick and she split Hop on my dick like a bitch

Yeah, she's the Yeah, she's the boss and I'm an old romantic doing favors, don't look good on paper But when she looks behind these eyes, girl I can see the psyche, and baby I like it Yeah, she's the Yeah, she's the, old romantic doing

Don't panic (yeah) Can't we take it back to the start When love's not playing out like the movies It doesn't mean it's falling apart Yeah we change, yeah we change, yeah we feel so lost And we don't know who we are Yeah we break, yeah we break and we

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, Yeah, that's what's up! Yeah, we should do something like that Boom boom chuck, b-boom, Shady! There's never been this, much of a menace in this game as this And it's the, most sinister duo in the

I bet you knew right away It's all over town that Yeah I feel like a force of nature Could make you sing like a bird released You know it's buried beneath your feet Are coming to take you in For smoking all my stash But burning all my cash The sun's

I got a girl crush Hate to admit it but I got a heart rush I want to taste her lips Yeah, 'cause they taste like you I want to drown myself In a bottle of her perfume I want her long blonde hair I want her magic touch

Quarter million dollars all on my skin Tote this F&N like I got license Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' Jump off the tightrope, I'm tryna dive in Yeah, cook that shit up Quay Ain't been in the studio for like three or four weeks

Yeah, Slumdon Bridge Mr. Red, Catfish I’m out to bark again, ball cracked on the target, demolish it Don’t jump, I just see, nah, took a swattin', then Think while I jump back on the beat, like I need audiences To speak too like a leech, needs to

It's getting louder Sittin' here lonely like a broken man Sell my time and do the best I can I wasn't boss this around in me But I don't want your sympathy, yeah Oh baby, oh baby, I just need your tender lovin' To keep me sane in this burnin' oven When

Mother Superior jump the gun I need a fix 'cause I'm going down She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do, oh yeah She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane. The man in the crowd with the