MissingNo.

40 in my car seat (40 in my car seat)
Baby i know you want that (baby i know you want that)
Everything i earned (everything i earned)
Makes you think you could earn that
(Makes you think you could earn that)
20 for my niggas (20 for my niggas)
40 for my hoes (40 for my hoes)
Got me surfing on the files (surfing on the files)
Like i'm looking for a missingno

Uh, one bitch told me we would be together
Liar, fucking cheater, you a dog, from that leader
Got my heater on my left side
Smack you till you crossed eyes
Bow bow bow bow damn bitch
Take this as a short side
On my line to see chain status
Hoe i don't know, we was married?
Now you're living single
Well, hoe, i got that kratos
For your bitch ass, think fast
Get up in that ass like quick fast
And don't hurry, not a worry
I put the phone lines and nobody's dropping dimes
Who the fuck had a phone in 2011
Anyway haven't seen one since i was 7
In the 90's where everything was called 80 ip
Screaming generation y and wondering why me
I'm a real good nygga
Got real good credit
I pay all of my car notes
Don't drink and i rarely smoke
So why the fuck you bench me coach?
Why the fuck you bench me coach?
I'm so good at courting, do that while playing 4 string
Six man, kickstand, bitch slap, open hand

Murder murder murder
I've been thinking bout this killin' spree
I will murder you and then i'll turn around and murder me
Say you never heard of me?
Well, please do me this courtesy
And come on, (?)
Man, no baby don't screen
My god, my word and my car
Now all i fucking have is nuts to the wall
I'm on my M Bison poison like Ricin
Mister, officer, we got this bubblegum crisis (lord)
I'm going in
I'm breaking bad
I'm on the fringe
Better watch your ass
So out of site, when we was fucking
Maybe cuz i never ever saw you cumming
I'm pulling on these modern bitches meals
Cuz nothing tastes as good skinny peels on the reel
It's a sign of the times
Tick tock motherfucker its going down
I don't have to rhyme
It comes from my heart
But sometimes i don't know where to start
And then i end up on this finish line
Killing time
You must be big ben
Cuz your ass is mine
Depression and windows, what do they have in common?
They're both going through...
Ouuuu!

Aye, this is the fuck i am talking about nigga
Aye, generation y 1989, right there nigga
Fuck these bitches, fuck that shit
Who gave these bitches power?
Aye, man, niggas put the pussy on the pedestal, nigga
Fuck the pussy, i kick the pussy off the pedestal, nigga
Then i go pick the pussy up, throw it in the trash
Then go buy some more pussy! that's how i do it baby!
Fuck that shit!
Fuck these hoes nigga i throw these bitches out the window nigga
Woo! that's how i earned my respect!
Say you get respect from these hoes
You throw these hoes out the building
And never cross you again, you know why?
Cuz they "damn, nigga!"
Woo!
Nigga this song is so goddamn awesome
Nigga!
Woo!
I gotta have a knife in my hand cause of this shit nigga
Woo!
Lemme tell ya, man, lemme tell ya!
I always listened to this song with my bitch
Playing with her titties and she was like
"Oooh! i love this song!"
And i was like "you're goddamn right bitch"
Then i kick the bitch off the window!
And then went to taco bell nigga
Two chalupas
TWO!
Real niggas only like even numbers motherfucker
That's right get the fuck out the plot
Generation y 90's babies in this bitch, nigga!