WORDS FOR TWURKING
I killed a cop then slapped a ho.
Who's been messin' with my blunt?
I traded in my bling bling fo
more ammunition for my pump.
You'll never see me scrap a lick
for strawberries or skanky slores,
and yet I can't forget my tip,
so pass the zootie, bring my fours,
and don't be hawkin' me no bammer.
There's just one bammy's good for nuttin'.
show me the nail I got to hammer.
You know the crib they put King Tut in?
That's just bling bling wigger taxed.
Forget that shit, live on in wax.
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