Muzic Class - Hamburgers Songtexte

(Marv Mack)
Suited & booted and ready to kick the booty off any hater that's hating or waiting to act fruity, We getting coochie you pussies is scattered cooties and shorties with fat booties that's giving out wet chewey's I'm keeping the sex gewey your girl in the next movie, naming her came in her now gimme two loosies. Damn, and I don't even smoke. How you niggas keep it real when your realities a joke? man I don't even know, but a nigga got to go I got a meeting with these chicks to make a sample with your hoe. Me up in the middle like the peanut-butter brittle that your chocolate dip surrounds on my dizzle. Oh-No that was out of line, please forgive me I tend to be outta my mind. Sipping Remy and Henny I show em how to dine, she blows you kisses she blows my mind.

(J.Heated)
My flow is hamburgers. Oh yea that's a fact. Boy I got this bitch jumping like Jehoshaphat. Rappers dissing on me, well homie don't do that (I keep x2) attacking the clones this is a clone attack. Man your shit is so bland, if you had a little flavor aint no need to go ham, damn switching my style switching my hand, you keep on asking for answers you shoulda crammed. Brother. fuck you, and your mother - fucker for I let her suck my dick I tell that bitch make sure you pucker. That's a mother-fucker, fucking mothers I'm a hunter, I'm a boss her mans a bum oh fucking well that's a bummer. Heating up the whole philly it's just a philly thing, my name be hanging round philly my flow is silly strings. Getting clever mind cluttered with a billi things, boys aint on the billy blanks they just letting semi's rain.

(Pate)
I sip so much E&J it's embedded in my DNA. When I spit it's equivalent to when the heater spray, cause usually it's eulogies and rappers playing true and be, they no-show when that fo-fo I call my mouth cause em out. When I drop lyrics niggas not near em. I ride tracks more reckless then when a cop steering. In hot pursuit of a couple criminals that got the loot, them stick-up kids, i pick up pens and spit up gems, them body part pick up limbs cole's out tell em kick rocks they dick up timb's ha You'll be mind boggled by the shit I seen through my goggles. Niggas I once called friends is now my rivals, I'm hear to shake shit up make niggas act the top topple, I drop jewels and then I smoke you nigga hot box you. When I approach the track with a full head of steam, Im lower level and you mezzanine
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