You got this shit out the freezer, bro
This shit came cubed
Let's fuck with it - Breeze
I gave 'em 2 stars, 5 stars, 4 bad bitches in my car
Purple Jag with the windows tinted, and all these niggas wanna get up in it
We turned up, and they turnt out
How many fingers fit in your mouth?
I'm Lamb Chop, let's play along
Now all you freaks come play along
I roll with all types - real niggas, real dykes
White boys with them yarmulkes
Model chicks with a million followers
(What a nigga tinna say?)
O-o-off [?]
I'm in bed alone and my balls cold
White powder in both holes
Now change your diaper, blow your nose
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Kingpinning (Ice - ice cold)
Nigga kingpinning (Ice - ice cold)
Nigga kingpinning (Ice cold)
Nigga kingpinning (Ice cold)
Nigga, my brain choked
This shit feel like my brain broke
This shit smell like that dank dope
And this money make a nigga feel swank, though
You ain't a bisexual, then this shit here ain't consensual
She brought friends and they all freaks
Keisha, Alisha, Keith, Malik
I just nutted, I'm cold-blooded
My dick stutter like Danny Glover
White caps, no softdrinks
Salty taste, silk sheets
Groupies, they were all there
Sluts, they signed those contracts
In my contacts
And my tongue gon' lick off all that
Double penetration nation Blanco groupie nasty
If you think you're fast life, nigga, I'm about to pass you
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