Blasting off and slacking off/
Intendent attend them, cool cause
And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes
Figure this out, the king of the south, i'm poppin' bones from shotgun homes,
George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve
Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires
Lord- i'm 'bout to sawed off you in the face, cough "stout fraud"
While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad
Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun
I'm low-income right now, i'm moving to a shotgun,
Gangstas as real me are uncommon, around here carrying my 12 gauge shotgun,
Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain
Riding lord sliding my sword i sawed your styling
I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king
When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest
Except that i got one along with the shotgun rounds around my belt
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