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Juggaknots - I'm Gonna Kill You lyrics
I seen honey and yo, I tried to hide the bulge And thinkin of indulgin in an all out makin Call out Breezely Brewin session of the flesh And as the matter was discussed This lust expressed through my reasonin Would help to seasonin that rump roast Gassin' up that blunt most incredible Edible vision with precision Had her fiendin for incision She's with it, yo fuck a hit it, I was sluggin for the bleacher As I represented, had her buggin Cause I reach a promised land Before I spread it on her jiff so on Must I go on play by play of the dukin I'll save that shit for Luke and As she walked me out of the abode this kid she know Jumped up and said "Next time I see you I'ma kill you" and was jetty (HOOOLD UP! HEY! WAIT A MINUTE!) ("Next time I see you I'ma kill you" and was jetty) Hmm.....that's different The paranoid feelin' my first spliff sent But yo, I spoke as if the riff meant no And I'm sayin though, hon I pleaded I needed bonin' history To crack the mystery why this nigga was fumin' Speakin of my tomb, and she said "Please, Don't even stress shit That's like the average call boy that I mess with And I guess with bein' ghetto Aphrodite Have your mighty wanna-be-mack-niggas stress the clitoris." So I considered this but also thought of his proposal Chorus (x2) Brothas on some ill shit, kill shit, comin' out they face ("Next time I see you I'ma kill you" and was jetty) I'm home back, I feel the dome pound I ponder the yonder Because the jaws of money on my swanson imitated Bronson But fuck a death wish, all that murderous conversin Could never have my person cruisin' in a hearse Instead of on this uptown number 2 Still I mustn't slumber, who knows the foe's mindstate If his fakin's nathan, then I could be swayze on the strength Cause at any length mad niggas see God and Santa Claus Gassed to the tenth exponent Fuck it I'll see, I'ma flex, don't it make sense Heads now chillin' in the room, I load the jammie Think about it for a second then I grab it Cause yo, I'd rather have it, not need it Then need it, and then not have it You follow, I swallow ghetto pride for fearin' shit Like honey said, "Don't stress it, just don't care And hit the streets like Mr. hardrock" But hardrocks become rock hard with rigormortis And respect is the commandment the diving trigger taught us When a dire nigga caught us off guard and scarred Mental agony of all sorts, at least he made a handsome corpse But me, I wants my wrinkles and my hairline while receding Honey beeps me 911 the love bone's needed Fuck it, I'm out... Chorus (x2) Yo, check it out, turned the corner to a block Peoples was lookin wild rough And I seen shorty with the mouth by DT's with handcuff And gettin closer to her gate I figured that he wasn't bluffin' The honey I was with is strictly bodybag stuffing (Cause I'm sayin bye-bye...) ("Next time I see you I'ma kill you" and was jetty) |
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