xntrospection - jimmy dean lyrics
[intro]
gerry
that sh+t hard, bro
[verse 1: xntrospection]
i’m not nice to these hoes, what the f+ck you mean?
always trying to hold my meat, i call him jimmy dean
came through and i’m f+cking up her throat, and she l!ck it clean
early morning, feeling like the goat, gave her this krispy kreme
added karo, i’m serving soap if you want the lean
fake ho’, i threw her ass some dope, she acting like a fiend
this is not a game, f+ck b+tch, you must be on rocks
i’ma shoot that boy up in his toes, now he wearing crocs
i’ma hit your b+tch with a pose while she suck my c+ck
i just hit a b+tch that work at lowes, and she had the wock
cold talking, on some grimy sh+t, b+tch, i’m spitting ether
slimy talking, on some weird sh+t, i almost f+cked a tweaker
i was out of pocket as h+ll, i don’t even know why i did it either
a bunch of crazy hoes on my d+ck, up in this wife beater
i’m clutch as h+ll with these shots, i hit the buzzer beater
why the f+ck i got so many bars, but look like justin bieber
how the f+ck i pull up, take your car, then i took your heater
i don’t even like to spit raps, b+tch, i’m a public speaker
heat seeker on the sight, b+tch, i can see you
i’m making waves on these hoes like the sea do
i don’t really f+ck with none these rappers, ’cause they see through
i know the opps don’t run the fade, b+tch, but we do
[verse 2: mastercard2k]
oh, cracker said i’m broke, i’m like, “cracker, are you sh+tting me?”
i like a dirty b+tch with h+lla bodies, that’s admittedly
we at boa, ninety k cash inside my skinny jeans
took a p+ss outside the opp’s grave, he ain’t sh+t to me
knock a cracker out, there’s a lot of uchies in my bank account
i got it by myself, give these young crackers something to think about
crackers talking sh+t, but they p+ssy, f+ck around and just ran them down
crackers be growing up like some b+tches, they ain’t got no man around
you f+cking pocket watchers, jealousy is a disease
my crackers out here buying real estate, you out here buying jeans
i’m schizophrenic, so what i’m seeing really isn’t what it seems
i’m in the city in these louis vuitton’s, we f+ck around and bleed
when i walk inside the room, these b+tches dropping on their knees
we got s+x toys, dirty drugs, and a whole lot of vaseline
i think i got aids, but i’m not g+y, i feel like charlie sheen
crackers sipping green, but that sh+t is hardly lean, what the f+ck!
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