| Lyrics: | yo, yo, yo,
when i crep in the night, its like a pit bull bite
you dont know to run,
stay, or look and fight
people dont know how long i can last
i got ice clearer then see tho
glass
the ice on my neck is cutin on my lip
how i look and how i walk, you can call me mr.
pimp
i will call u mr. gerber, cuz i filp more bitch then your mom filps burgers
dont be mad
cuz im the peoples pick
just get on your knees and suck my dick
while your down there can
you clean and tie my shoes
i have been meaning to do that but now i got u
i hate people that
run and shoot birds
its a race thing like white people saying the |
