ZManic - Gettin low as f** with three dolphins 3gs an steve hawkins lyrics

Go retarded on ahh ho like an autistic kid smoke an get low an you know the biscuit hid pull up an hit ya lid I f**s wit no kids cuz I gots ahh hit list an sh** haha that was just ahh kid send drones to ya home im Obama I miss the kids only difference my llama touches my wrist tahh grip you a b**h a** hittin children wit missles b**h im poor an your rich yet that door to my 20's in mids money won't mean sh** cuz no n***a will be grumy wit my kids talkin that sh** this world's out wit targets that hit receive no remorse I roll it I spark it I hit an I need now no more with no smoke Im not me can't function won't listen I roll smoke im co*ky will not be ahh Christian myself my religion this world she's my b**h an im shovin my fist in f** all them bros dissin talk sh** an ill listen f** up your condition young bulls on some dumb sh** talkin an walkin as if they on some drum sh** long clip spill clips bong hits an thrill trips as if you all tough some of ya cool but ya b**hes all bluff i love my bros love my fam shout out keep it all tucked n***as creep wit dumb luck count it leaches enough to s** all yall blood im tryna stay real yet theese n***as is mud dirt an jus bull sh** runnin the mouth pump to the mouth reach the brains an leave em all out im insane ahh believer ahh doubt never listen jus envision those higher in position droppin towers scarin christians bunch ahh liars an b**hes war is red for the blood yet green seems to reach to theese liars up above wanna call them n***as thugs yet you the ones placin bugs b**h please they sellin dubs tryna grub cuz this system isn't with em it jus whips em if they lippin acknowledges the pain within yet kicks em while they limpin so now they rob the system dump the clip an im 40 sippin hit the spot pull the hot if the shorty trippin pull the pot bong rippin so im truely trippin lil n***a now im surely dippin i like cheese an nike ease. if i sight jeez. i light jeez. i cough an i sneeze while i puff on my cheese. green cheese green crack ayy kay. cherry pie 8k on top one rack jus a tip. yet i drop one stack rims 26 wit the sh**s iraq. b**hes wanna lip like i slack. come talk sh** to my track. one hit seein black no n***a but i clap. as soon as i burn straps. lean back an spray macs i spit facts wit trey laps. of iron while im firing so stay back. Well it seems money is control. dead presidents the role. of a n***a lose his soul. then he rob you from ahh hole. At the end I see no purpose we just failed as we begun another stupid f**in creature didn't know what we had done to come into this f**in show of weakness we have run see as me im done chill pull the f**in dutch ain't no rush for dyin ain't no loss of touch my vision an my mind is the god I trust while grippin on the iron while it f**in rust out here in the rain smiling while I bust for crust an get the bread stay true to your vocabulary before these n***as get ahh clue of all the trash ya burry stickin like some glue to you that past you carry b**hes you had em but the game that b**h that you had to marry keeps you locked in ahh room with all that sh** that ya carry im thinkin ahh gats that vary iphone main sh** trap with the blackyberry I guess ima dumb f**in kid cuz I idolize thugs cuz the thugs up above get none ahh my love f** the system takes guns an runs d** through doctors yet nugs ain't proper to love f** all the buzz im higher than f** k** n***as like myers dumb luck an some plyers buck shots for torture an murder leave snitches an lyers tahh rot. I paint wit ya blood the portrait the burner carves out in the mud the one n***a high off the bud other n***a wit the wire an slug I give this fire ahh tug b**h you ahh scrub trust me n***a im higher above This world is as simple as love learn it an know it my n***a we all get along but see its bout that paper n***as wantin p**y they don't ask before they take her in other words f**ed up people an their makers like jesus he the savior b**h f** that sh** you know its fake come an s** this dick like its flavored wit this dro I bake papers an listen to these politicians I used to never give ahh f** but now sh** jus be in my visions like n***as runnin no gun police never missin the spot where the badge is mark where the b**h is RIP to the youngins lost out there flippin I never lived it jus mentally visit through lines when ya spit sh**