lil tony official – long live jerry springer lyrics
[intro]
haha, what the f+ck, hari?
hahaha, b+tch (oh my god)
still’ll get low, yeah
[chorus]
i walk wit’ my chest high, but i still’ll get low
when i got this sh+ll catcher i gotta step out in sh+ll toes
me and gang tote heavy metal ’cause we come from the h+llhole
he was leanin’ off that cup, i hit his ass he fell over
i don’t even think these n+ggas turned to hoes, think they was hoe before
all the opps is f+gs, they gotta die, think i was h0m+phobic
ain’t gotta do to much, yo’ hoe gon’ f+ck on me just ’cause thе rollie
f+ck the weavе up off this b+tch, she green and soft like guacamole
[verse 1]
n+ggas claimin’ that they demons, i’m gon’ give ’em sum’ holy
four five make him go fast, this nine’ll make him die slowly
hoe claim that i f+ck wit’ her, that hoe cap, i don’t know her
[?] inside these bullets, i hit his ass he leaned over
this lil’ hoe here give me a headache, i ain’t tryna deal wit’ her
i’m gon’ f+ck ya’ then i’ll block you, i’m sorry if ya’ feel bitter
n+gga tryna play me like i’m green, i look like a dill pickle?
n+gga must don’t know ‘fore this rap sh+t tony was a real hitter
i call my arp a lama ’cause that b+tch a real spitter
i play ring around the rosy then grew up a real spinner
h+ll nah we not from jamaica, but we all some real n+ggas
hoe can say whatever she say, i don’t give no f+ck, i still hit her
four five with the f+ckin’ switchy, can’t even see it, this b+tch invisible
and spin sh+t just like a ritual, we hit him three, got left in critical
only thing that he gon’ fight is bullets, n+gga let’s get physical
in this b+tch boy you do what i say, my room go like the princ+p+l
[chorus]
i walk wit’ my chest high, but i still’ll get low
when i got this sh+ll catcher i gotta step out in sh+ll toes
me and gang tote heavy metal ’cause we come from the h+llhole
he was leanin’ off that cup, i hit his ass he fell over
i don’t even think these n+ggas turned to hoes, think they was hoe before
all the opps is f+gs, they gotta die, think i was h0m+phobic
ain’t gotta do to much, yo’ hoe gon’ f+ck on me just ’cause the rollie
f+ck the weave up off this b+tch, she green and soft like guacamole
[verse 2]
i give the sprite to rich carlton ’cause i get cheesy like a cracker
all the opps extinct, we iced ’em over, turned ’em terodactyl
b+tch don’t think sh+t sweet, i’ll split yo’ sh+t, i’m not no regular rapper
i been steppin’ since we in gerber, slappin’ n+ggas out his pamper
in the street this sh+t get nasty dirty, i’m talkin’ ’bout a hamper
knock the beef up out yo’ sh+t, i’m talkin’ ’bout hungry hungry helper
n+gga don’t turn out like lil’ fred, f+cked the glasses out [?]
me and my n+ggas in the woods firin’ them sticks like we some campers
[chorus]
i walk wit’ my chest high, but i still’ll get low
when i got this sh+ll catcher i gotta step out in sh+ll toes
me and gang tote heavy metal ’cause we come from the h+llhole
he was leanin’ off that cup, i hit his ass he fell over
i don’t even think these n+ggas turned to hoes, think they was hoe before
all the opps is f+gs, they gotta die, think i was h0m+phobic
ain’t gotta do to much, yo’ hoe gon’ f+ck on me just ’cause the rollie
f+ck the weave up off this b+tch, she green and soft like guacamole
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