Texty:
Kind Of Like Spitting He Calls Me

He calls me nearly every day with what he's thinking He calls me 'cause his world is cruel 'Cause I am cruel He calls me and sex almost always comes up

He calls me, nearly every day with what he's thinking, he calls me, because his world is cruel, because I am cruel, he calls me. And sex almost always

paws like you pissed him off Talented with the tongue muthfucker You ain't gotta lick in yours Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores Makin' cash registers shit their draws Think you spit

forces known as agents will like him dead for what he know He is The One, at least that's who Morpheus say he is He can free the mind of a machine and

account will prove that I make G's, so you can see these nuts, hoe Or get played like dominoes I used to fuck a bitch from San Jose Baby liked to freak all kind

See, he quick to grab a bitch by the throat And slam her ass, cram her ass, with a fat dick 'Cause she's a trick bitch I like fat bitches and I like

Old Skool Freddy B, bitch Shorty B most valuable player Stright indo Solutions from the soul About Face You wanna call be Baby D You can call me daddy

before I bite ya shit Pause, inhale hell n kush, us and Yealwolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push Felon's, crooks, going door to door like he's selling

the '80s My '90s was like the Navy, you was like the Bradys You still fly kites daily Catch me in my Mercedes Bumpin' 'Ice, Ice, Baby', screamin' Shady 'til I die Like