PT111

(Angel, Slayworld)

Nigga he ain't on shit
We getting high to the top floor
He got guap but it ain't shit
Hellcat faster then
Yea y'all talk but ain't you a bitch?
Nigga ain't smokin' on rello
Yea, y'all talk but thats my bitch
And her ass, shake like jello
My DYT with the stick
I think my bitch yellow
And she wanna be my wife
She wanna hit me in Mantello
Lets go give that nigga a stitch
She wanna stay in Mantello
Need my money blue like stitch
I finna play this hoe like a cello
You know my pockets they itch
Wants some money then lets go

Where i'm flying shit
Lets go pour me up, couple bitch
And she gon gas me up because arm and a leg
And she gon fuck me up
You go on talk till he dead
And she gon shake some
And take one more his head
And she gon show me a lil sum
I'm off oxy ain't hear what you said
And my dick hit her tongue just like a sled
And I fuck on yo mom xD
Ho gon hit his eye
Choppa go too far (too far woah)
We getting too far (too far woah)
Choppa killin' two lifes (two lifes woah)
Pop at stop light, lets go
(Slayworld-Slayworld) bitch too fine
This bitch ain't mine
We could really recline
Me and my finna decline boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom boom, boom, boom, yea, yea