Papa Dick - Requism lyrics

Check 'em son irregular Ahead of the pack, chips in the brain By 21, Living for fun I punch c*nts in the dum dum Like bam bam, oh f** It's the thug life, thug living Accustomed to d**, and illuminati Bust and run, coming for funds AP Cla**es like mola**es the flow smooth Like bu*ter, grab him Bust and f**, f** her c*nt Heavy situation now, situated clouds Listen to the sounds in the loud pack That I breathe, and I sneeze back WHen I f** with couple g's Grand fantasia, please lil cease Attack, grab my pants I got f**ing crabs, wouldn't stand Back unless i packed 10 gats in the back Of a ziplock bag that i keep my green stashed at Flying future man leave misses inside the cootcher Hoochie couch mama's in the booty juice Slipping in the whole foods, Flipping cash For the losers, on the loose like goons who abuse Sloots groupies grouped up j**s With loose tooths choosing up See the googoo mama's of the groove bus