earholes shit pop six Pep Bysmol sick abysmal Bitch suckin' dildos instead of dicks for kicks No time for fake bitches Just sip some orange juice with my real bitches
Yeah, you all know what the fuck this is MC motherfuckin' ran up in this bitch nigga Yeah, all you all bitch-ass niggas out here talkin all that shit
dick, you fagot You happy now? Look here I start some trouble everywhere that I go (That I go) Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know ('Cause they know) I start
B] Let's get it started like transmission and alternators Got the keys in the cage ready for who you call the greatest Takin 'em down from the biggest bitches
rhyme won't end Makes your day worthwhile It takes your day that's sad and blue On a ride to far and move On that dark and troubled sea Ghost showed
she breakin', shut up, 112, what's shakin'? A Jamaican, some bitches I swear, they look gay In a black Range Rover, been outside all day If it's trouble
wrong I got my point across They depicted me the boss, of course My orange box-cutter make the world go round Plus I'm fuckin?, bitches ain't my homegirls now Start
will trouble me no longer His eye will trouble me no longer Bitch gonna die Bitch gonna die Die, die, dee, dee, die, die for his eye (Evil eye, ohh) Bitch gonna die Bitch
Intro Here we come baby it's a party bitch! Here we come baby it's a party bitch! Here we come baby it's a party bitch! If you mad at me HEY Sorry
the jet go on vacation and take a trip out I make you niggaz jump up bitches they want to love us Open in all over my clit straight watching the niggaz cum up Other bitches are trouble Younger bitches
bubble like ass Stay low, got to hurl that cash Into the trouble blow past That's how you do it We got cops and robbers Niggas and spicks Flashy cars, ghetto stars Moving
. nigga, philip & clara, is where you can find us, Eatin' that raw a.p., with two stolen pathfinders, Fourth verse [tec-9]: I move much boyd to increase the leave, You bitches
the cops is scared to come and get me But I don't blame em cause they know I got a bunch of thug niggas with me Lookin for trouble, starting shit I'm
you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds And you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan Better yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man
up north but he was the chef up North Anyway I'm K I double All I do is get dough, spit flows, try to stay out of trouble If you ready we could move
can buy it if the pressure's on Damn, I hate it when I find out that you nigga's soft Go run and hide for cover when the trouble starts I like it when
we fixin' it up We keep the bitches strippin' the way we be mixin' it up Come out from wherever you are, whoever you are Incredible performance, their so unforgettable star
God I trust If a fuck nigga start bet his heart I bust Got ya partners and the broad in ya car fucked up What, ya under estimation thought a star wouldn