HYPR HRDC0RE 195
๐ต 2696 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:49 duration
๐ ID: 24566048
๐ Lyrics
Whose inability to coexist in peace is their evolution's dilemma
Or was my destiny to serve as the progenitor of a subservient race?
Uh, yo, look if it ain't that
Cock-sped and walkin' out of that snow
All in the hospital, they don't
Hop in the Benz, get a whole row
For the baller, I roll, ballin' 'til I'm all slow
And I be walkin' with a bunch of swag
But fuck that work, I'm fuckin' back
So just like Kurt, I'ma get the sack
And I'm beatin' motherfuckers like a punching bag
And I walk up in the club and these boys wanna love
I came wetter than a tub, I'm just on the rollin' up
Put the check on my phone, only one comin' up
And I made a couple fuckin' hundred grand in a month
And I got the money, man, but I don't snap right back
And I'm not your friend, yeah, 'cause I came right back
I ain't never ever left, 'cause I'm sick like that
I'm a twin, I'm a pistol grip, pop out my MAC
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a break out the patron
I'm a bad, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a break out the patron
I'm a bad, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a break out the patron
I'm a bad, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a break out the patron
Break it down, doggy, doggy, mix that shit up in my cup
Break it down, doggy, doggy, mix that shit up in my cup
Break it down, doggy, doggy, mix that shit up in my cup
Break it down, break it down, doggy, doggy, mix that shit up in my cup
Break it down, doggy, doggy, mix that shit up in my cup
Uh, yo, hold up, nigga, what's up?
With the purple, I'm yellin' like my gospel
Bitches wanna fight, better follow me up
And I fuck every thot in the club, I'ma touch on her
Choke on the X, I'ma swallow it up
When I'm blind in the club, I'ma be touchin' her
When I'm crossin' these hoes, then I'm fuckin' my woes
Gettin' drunk, I be touchin' the club, yeah
Break it down, roll that trail
I'ma break it down, I'm on Caltech
And I make it loud, I'm punchin' it down
Purple cloud, I'm a straight fake hand
I'ma have a blast, all of these girls stay trackin' me
I'ma have these hoes, I'ma be smilin', they laughin' at me
I'ma have these hoes, I'ma be killin' with the TEC
I'ma kill you with the bottle, like every single day
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a break out the patron
I'm a bad, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a break out the patron
I'm a bad, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a break out the patron
I'm a bad, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a break out the patron
Break it down, doggy, doggy, mix that shit up in my cup
Break it down, doggy, doggy, mix that shit up in my cup
Break it down, doggy, doggy, mix that shit up in my cup
Break it down, break it down, doggy, doggy, mix that shit up in my cup
Break it down, doggy, doggy, mix that shit up in my cup
Tired Jacks
Or was my destiny to serve as the progenitor of a subservient race?
Uh, yo, look if it ain't that
Cock-sped and walkin' out of that snow
All in the hospital, they don't
Hop in the Benz, get a whole row
For the baller, I roll, ballin' 'til I'm all slow
And I be walkin' with a bunch of swag
But fuck that work, I'm fuckin' back
So just like Kurt, I'ma get the sack
And I'm beatin' motherfuckers like a punching bag
And I walk up in the club and these boys wanna love
I came wetter than a tub, I'm just on the rollin' up
Put the check on my phone, only one comin' up
And I made a couple fuckin' hundred grand in a month
And I got the money, man, but I don't snap right back
And I'm not your friend, yeah, 'cause I came right back
I ain't never ever left, 'cause I'm sick like that
I'm a twin, I'm a pistol grip, pop out my MAC
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a break out the patron
I'm a bad, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a break out the patron
I'm a bad, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a break out the patron
I'm a bad, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a break out the patron
Break it down, doggy, doggy, mix that shit up in my cup
Break it down, doggy, doggy, mix that shit up in my cup
Break it down, doggy, doggy, mix that shit up in my cup
Break it down, break it down, doggy, doggy, mix that shit up in my cup
Break it down, doggy, doggy, mix that shit up in my cup
Uh, yo, hold up, nigga, what's up?
With the purple, I'm yellin' like my gospel
Bitches wanna fight, better follow me up
And I fuck every thot in the club, I'ma touch on her
Choke on the X, I'ma swallow it up
When I'm blind in the club, I'ma be touchin' her
When I'm crossin' these hoes, then I'm fuckin' my woes
Gettin' drunk, I be touchin' the club, yeah
Break it down, roll that trail
I'ma break it down, I'm on Caltech
And I make it loud, I'm punchin' it down
Purple cloud, I'm a straight fake hand
I'ma have a blast, all of these girls stay trackin' me
I'ma have these hoes, I'ma be smilin', they laughin' at me
I'ma have these hoes, I'ma be killin' with the TEC
I'ma kill you with the bottle, like every single day
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a break out the patron
I'm a bad, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a break out the patron
I'm a bad, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a break out the patron
I'm a bad, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a break out the patron
Break it down, doggy, doggy, mix that shit up in my cup
Break it down, doggy, doggy, mix that shit up in my cup
Break it down, doggy, doggy, mix that shit up in my cup
Break it down, break it down, doggy, doggy, mix that shit up in my cup
Break it down, doggy, doggy, mix that shit up in my cup
Tired Jacks