Who wanna come test the kid Have your baby mama bless the team Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that She a motherfuckin sex machine, Holla
town Heard out to the LI sound (okay) He started datin models and he figured it out He used to be a nice guy, then he cut that shit out Qualified sex machine
Sex and sea some yes?n?go Listen baby we?re ready for... ...We?re ready for... An "Oversun" Hairs are killed with a machine gun Skin fashion
I control you I am the bullet in the gun . . . And I control you I am the truth from which you run . . . And I control you I am the silencing machine
you have for more and i control you i am the bullet in the gun and i control you i am the truth from which you run and i control you i am the silencing machine
have for more and I control you I am the bullet in the gun and I control you I am the truth from which you run and I control you I am the silencing machine
one when i saw Machine Gun Etiquette i knew you were the one when i saw the Peace War comp we got two Articles of Faith, 31 minutes of group sex we
37 questionnaire and Machine gun a sister like he just don't care Machine gun a sister like he just got 2 Just got 2, just got 2 - hit it Name - "Arabia" Age - "Jailbait" Occupation, if any - "Sex
wanna come test the kid Have your baby mama bless the team Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that She a motherfuckin sex machine, Holla
deaf and blind civilizer with the silencer [U-God] Psssh, yo Pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk Anger rap book causin chess blade smoke Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun
Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends And Mr. Mr.
the trim Black with a system When it's hittin' I'm pullin' mad skins With Olde E sittin' in between my lap And when brothers act up, a gun machine I
I saw 'Machine Gun Etiquette' I knew you were the one When I saw the 'Peace War Comp' We got two 'Articles Of Faith' 'Thirty One Minutes Of Group Sex
that Try to be more Flawless wit it, Calculated king of the city Christopher Walkin wit it, I admire his Empire, as did as Biggie Machine Gun Fonk,
love it when a plan come together, Teflon vest on my chest like whatever. Words fit together like drugs and fiends, Full flippin and machine gun and
eyes You got between your thighs from fuckin' to many guys And yet still you play the sweet role but we know That you juggle dicks like slot machines
bumb down yuh town Bossman! Feel say you can't stick around Bossman! Man a nuh no clown Man a gangsta for life Take your life, sex your wife, and everyting
a deadly game More! Death Heat me up My pint is hard from seeing blood The climax! I'm shooting my gun Brutality is sex for men Another war is over,
