a$ton matthews – very legendary lyrics
[verse 1: da$h]
american psycho, two black hoes
them b-tches is dikes though
say they like white though
roll me a blunt and i beat it like michael
the baddest nigga, yup
samoan b-tch, hawaiian skunk
she suck my d-ck, i light my blunt
swear this ain’t the life for chumps
i worked for this, did dirt for this
niggas caught time, and they served the shit
couple a funeral services
dare a nigga say i don’t deserve this, b-tch
hit a acid on a tongue, nigga rachet
put the pussy in a casket
weed habit like a addict
seeing money off this rap shit
got me spitting like a ‘matic
click clack, bang, bang
h’z motherf-cker, niggas know what i claim
since a teenager twist my fingers up the same
wake up, smoke a pound, then i’m pissing champagne
broke niggas, get your bread up
and all you pussy -ss niggas, don’t get yo’ f-cking head bust
enough drugs to be dead son
screaming “free my f-cking niggas” ’til the feds come
[vers 2: retch]
met a bad b-tch off instagram
she said she heard my song, became a insta fan
and she be popping xans, and we be smoking grams
and she be snorting grams, then i remove her pants
and then i stick it in and act a hooligan
then i bust a nut, where my loosies man
then i tell that b-tch that i need a maserati
gas her up like she gon’ be riding shotty
in my tiny jeans i like to party party
standing on the couch, it’s getting rowdy rowdy
three b-tches for me, you know i’m ’bout it ’bout it
another vip, it’s getting cloudy cloudy
last year i grew up, and you wouldn’t believe it
now my b-tches are real, and she screaming jesus
so she sipping [?] eating reeses pieces
shorty rub my back while she feed me peaches
black nigga, fresh up out ocean
ashy skin, man i need some lotion
i be getting high, yeah i’m smoking potent
and my b-tch be popping, yeah that b-tch be rolling
[?] in my system, tell that b-tch i bleed cognac
and i smoke weed like i throw that
and i got the ‘lo shorts matching with the ‘lo hat
i be hitting licks in my polo, call me lojack
[verse 3: a$ton matthews]
don’t think i won’t hit you cause i’m popular
twin glocks in this ride, put ya spots on the block for ya
sixteen clean the bodies up
shock tops rock [?] clip show that cutthroat mafia
gaining ends while i’m losing sleep
making money moves, fatts brought it through a jeep
doing life ya favorite mood to see
this the life i chose, road to imported gold, cuban links
versace shades in a room full of two or three
and they all in the mood for me, who is he
a$ton, montana [?] answer to your question is a [?]
camouflage shoot it up, shoot a duck
you lose your life before i lose a buck, f-ck
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