Monday, September 28, 2009, 11:25 PM
We Don't Give a Fuck
Bar fights all night fightin in the club
Start shit spark shit we don't give a fuck
Boss right all night reaching for the gun
Knock a hater off cuz we don't give a fuck
Call it how i see it
Fuck you if you aint Riding to the top
Same grain different grade when the heat pop
Cold summer hot winter when ever she drop
Every body asking when Heroin coming out?
I'm here now
Take a cheer now
Beware now how it's bout to be un-fair now
You try'na block a dame you can't even cock a dame
I bag broads so vicious I got model aim
Wrap the louie around my neck
Chuck the deuces at the set
Go out back sit on my deck
Smoke dat purp it get my panties wet
Hit my nigga tek let's go to the bar
Tonight I'm feeling like a super star
We ride around with stupid cars
Dumb tents
Ignorant speakers
Retarded wheels
I got a hooked on phonics automobile
My automatic could kill
No auto-tune I got skills
& hyper with out the pills
It's kontraban nigga chill
Labels: grown folk business, heroin jadore, We Dont Give A Fuck
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Sunday, September 27, 2009, 3:26 PM
Get Ya Weight Up
I'm jamming on these burnt toast niggas
Ms. Butters Worth Syrup
Yup I'm a bad bitch so I boast nigga
You want beef? I am beef...
Your just a jerk see
Bet your bottom dollar thirsty ass can slurp me
I pour salt on your slugs
Treat you like you came from bacon throw you in the mud
Now you got a reason to start hating pig
I'll blow your house down
Slip through your window smack you with the pipe
Slow Down Nigga!
Should of made it sturdy
Trust nothing less then a brick
That's my ma'fuckin word B
You heard me... I'm from the dirty
Murda Land the capitol
Fuck around I'll cap you off
Head in the sink I'll water tap you off
Yup Tuna Can your guttz
Peel your front to the back of ya
When it comes to stackin bra
You even dress like an amateur
New balance kid.. no red labels
You clearance shopping got 5 outfits from the sales table
Shrunk after washing one time
Then you right back...
Saying oooh I don't got this color in this shirt yet
Stay fronting like you got billionaire guap
Go to High-school for that lunch food?
Nigga Stop!
You eating pizza and nuggets over your spot nigga
Get your weight up
Your Play doe figure
Molded ass...
Get Ya Weight Up Nigga
Labels: get ya weight up, grown folk business, heroin jadore
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Friday, September 25, 2009, 2:41 PM
Such a Stranger
I never thought you could be a stranger to me
When we first met you were such an angel to me
Had me wide open my fam was dying to meet you
Now I figured out you were just a secret
All the flowers all the cards eventually stopped
No more walks in the parks just walks down the block
Down memory lane got me puffin more jane
Atleast I aint got to worry about her changing
Now every day I swear it's the same thing
I don't even notice you... what's your name fam?
You walking around here like you famous
You going loco? I gave you that fame shit..
And I can act an ass too; all the way
Who gassed your head up damn that where she stay
Never mind be with her
I hope that she's fly... mami said never talk to strangers so good bye
Labels: grown folk business, heroin jadore, such a stranger
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Thursday, September 24, 2009, 7:23 PM
She Left Me (So High)
She left me
Where did she go
I'm trying to find her
But she left me so...
So high So high
Damn last night she had me in the clouds again
Fucked up I had to back trace where i sat my bag
That's where I had her stashed
I only remember Half
I peeled off her purple neglige
Made her put on the kush lingerie
She'll have you so bent up like the letter J
Or legs spread like a W
She'll even fuck the crew
Got my fam in a session... asking is this Huckstable?
Got em lunchin yo, cuz they can't stop laughing
Everything slows down
Are we that far up
I I can't look down
All I see is the stars... around me
I'm laxed not worried about my surroundings
There she go...
Light her up again
Ma'fuckas tryna cop my last hit
Forget it that's my bitch
I aint wit it
Call her t-mobile that's my sideKICK aye
Baby what you taste like
your so exotic
Chocolate
That purple
Sour Diesel
Labels: heroin jadore, she left me, so high
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Wednesday, September 16, 2009, 11:08 PM
Preach
Niggas playin games but they really don't want it
Cold cock smack they head off
Top you bust the lead off
Call you soggy leave you dangling
With ya head soft
Should of never fronted if you didn't want to be confronted nigga
Yeah... We'll toss you down the hill
& Can yo ass up like enfamil slut
Didn't know you were fuckin wit the bad guys
Say hello to the baddest bitch alive Me
Preach-
I'll exercise ya neck
Have your whole throat open
Wind blowin, put my hand through & pat your back
Bitch
I'll nike you in check
Then over you i step
Keep it moving Mary J. said it best
Slut
Then down the block i stroll
On the lexus wheels I roll
Color Champagne, my ho's call it gold
Bitch
Walk in the corner store
Get a grape white owl
& a cherry slush to go
Slut
Talk is cheap as shit
What happened to the action
Go from a G to this
I'd rather get the fuckin clappin
Bitch
Every dealt with a snitch?
How many threads will it take to close your lips
Slut
Show you how i toss em
Fold em & place em
Like a world pool I'll hand wrap you a face lift homie
Body put away slumped over decapitated
Rotten in your own cold ass basement
Bitch ... Preach
Labels: grown folk business, heroin jadore, Preach
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Sunday, September 13, 2009, 10:51 PM
Bad Bitch Collector
Bad Bitch Collector
I'm a I'm a Bad Bitch Collector
I'm recruiting all the bad bitches
Down to smash bitches
Eat it up bed room slut
Slappin ass bitches
Collecting all the bad bitches
Only bad bitches
Collecting all the bad bitches
Only Bad bitches
Dayum...
Let me get my trap set
Bad bitches on the loose
So i leave a weed trail leading to some grey goose
Crushed rose peddles
Leading to a bubble bath
Vicky oil sent to pour on the titties and the ass
I love it wet I love it tight
I make it real juicy
Feel like I put a straw in that grape fruit pussy
Go so hard
Eat it till it's all gone
Wake up in a pretzel
Like dayum where the pussy go
Bad bitches tryna fuck me
Who am I to say no
I green light bitches
Get Ready Set Go!
Luda had em pussy poppin on a hand stand
I'm an intruder
Get er stickier then a wet stamp
Labels: bad bitch collector, grown folk business, heroin jadore
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Tuesday, September 8, 2009, 11:16 PM
In the Clouds Again
Silly Me
(i'ts peaceful in the clouds)
I'm floating in the clouds again
(hey hey hey)
I try to come down
(i try to come down)
But everyone keeps bothering
(stop bothering me)
Thanks to the light green i'm on sky beam
No peer pressure come join the moon bounce team
Peaceful up here
Stressful down there
Every body running around mad
Like who the fuck cares?
Baby daddy illen over dumb shit
Your drunk uncle on his bum tip
Still wishing that you cheated
Little sister walking around with 5 kids
Singing conceited... what the fuck is this shit
Whole fam using you as an ATM
Got dayum your best friend fucked your fuck friend
Finally found out word
Who shot your little cousin
(dayum)
Life is so fucked up
Your boss keeps writing you up
Got a million Traffic tickets piling up
& you wonder why the fuck...
Yo ... I'm in the clouds again
Grab the game lets spark it up
Mutha fucka's know that my climates up
Silly you for thinking I do angel dust
Only need the kushington for my brains to bust
& your time is up
We in the clouds again
Panama Red know what time it is
In my hawt rod
Wit a hot broad & a phattie
She said light me, I said gladly
If it's so wrong why does it calm me down
I put the loud in the owl & in the clouds i drown
You acting rude with that dude you need to smile
Come to my session... We BONG it out!!!
Even in a cigarillo she draws a crowd
Even in a swisher sweet she'll make you clown
So when you feeling down
People on your nerves
Or just need to vacate nigga roll some herbs
Labels: grown folk business, heroin jadore, in the clouds again
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