Untitled Song
• Written by 4u2n0akaSKITTLE
It's another typical day in the Stockton
Skittle got the whole block hot now
Pushing weight from pound to pound
Speak up I can't hear a sound
Go on granny get ur night gown
U need some sleep
The shit u been saying go in back way to deep
Bro it's steep, don't creep, ur up shit creek
But skittle got a freak of the week
I charm a bitch they call me the bitch charmer
The hold weather needs to get warmer
Eat in em all up like Jeffrey dommer
Ur one sick person,We have nothing in common
I'm my at yankee stadium than I go to the garden
I beg ur pardon, fear the beard rich harden
Fuck prison I am the warden
Get drunk and hop up in the car den
I'm a back out ...put it in drive and smash out
Boy I'm waxed out...I'm bout a pass out
But that was my ride home.
Ill pop a motha fucka in the dome
I'm grown I can do it on my own
I'm not out looking for trouble but if trouble find me
Skittle and feud gang will b ready
No italian food, no spaghetti
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4u2n0akaSKITTLE
Member since December 8 2014