Smoke DZA, Sean Price - F**K Ya Mother lyrics
[Smoke DZA, Sean Price - F**K Ya Mother lyrics]
I will rock it not, bitch
Remain emotionless, on some Doctor Spock shit
Robot nigga, Inspector Gadget with ratchet
Go-go four-four blood in your back bitch
Listen, I will bash your brain
With a walking stick
Bitch felt the wrath of Kane
Bullets make you dance, scoop
And scrap lover
Fuck firin' on fam, we could scrap sucka
This nigga said he know fifty too
Shot up in the elbow
Let's see what that shit can do
You whack! Be hatin'
Date rape satan, initiate freebasin
Niggas hate the oaf
Go cover bloods from the fuckin' sacred goat
What the fuck that mean?
Sean Price the nicest nigga
That's on Buckshot Team
You fuck with me I'll have her
Tied up in the crib like fuck your mother
She's a stupid little bitch
I banged her about ten times a night, bitch
She ain't nothin' but a little fight
Kiss the motherfuckin' ring
We on some mob shit
Shit on that pity party, fuck that sob shit
Disrespect you, open neck you, hog spit
Have my man Blizz violate your carcass
Frank Matthews, catch me if you can
Treat a hatin' ass nigga like Spam
Ignored him
You ain't cop that piece from the district
You copped that from?
You don't come straight for the re-up, nigga
Always be shorten
Always talkin' that bread shit
But when them niggas come out
With them big toys
You be on that givin' head shit
Kill yourself, your whole life is whack
Thirty-five and still sellin' crack?
Grow up nigga
The other day homie copped a benz
Call yourself a kingpin and you're
Still coppin' twenty grams
Fuck outta here nigga, scram, you a peon
You should get peed on
R Kelly style, little niggas trilly wild
Good job you fuckin' pricks
? and fuck your mother
Push God, bitch
Remain emotionless, on some Doctor Spock shit
Robot nigga, Inspector Gadget with ratchet
Go-go four-four blood in your back bitch
Listen, I will bash your brain
With a walking stick
Bitch felt the wrath of Kane
Bullets make you dance, scoop
And scrap lover
Fuck firin' on fam, we could scrap sucka
This nigga said he know fifty too
Shot up in the elbow
Let's see what that shit can do
You whack! Be hatin'
Date rape satan, initiate freebasin
Niggas hate the oaf
Go cover bloods from the fuckin' sacred goat
What the fuck that mean?
Sean Price the nicest nigga
That's on Buckshot Team
You fuck with me I'll have her
Tied up in the crib like fuck your mother
She's a stupid little bitch
I banged her about ten times a night, bitch
She ain't nothin' but a little fight
Kiss the motherfuckin' ring
We on some mob shit
Shit on that pity party, fuck that sob shit
Disrespect you, open neck you, hog spit
Have my man Blizz violate your carcass
Frank Matthews, catch me if you can
Treat a hatin' ass nigga like Spam
Ignored him
You ain't cop that piece from the district
You copped that from?
You don't come straight for the re-up, nigga
Always be shorten
Always talkin' that bread shit
But when them niggas come out
With them big toys
You be on that givin' head shit
Kill yourself, your whole life is whack
Thirty-five and still sellin' crack?
Grow up nigga
The other day homie copped a benz
Call yourself a kingpin and you're
Still coppin' twenty grams
Fuck outta here nigga, scram, you a peon
You should get peed on
R Kelly style, little niggas trilly wild
Good job you fuckin' pricks
? and fuck your mother
Push God, bitch