12 million on my crib (Foxtail!) Word around town bitch, thats just how I live (Simpset!) Word around town bitch my dick taste like ribs (Simpset!) Word
than a cricket so they call me Nicki Jim-any, And It's going down like Santa in a chimney, You don't ball break ya baby back ribs, You need more assist
most terrible things I take, take a hammer and I creep out of bed And I raise it high and I smash your head Fibular and tubular and ribs and cages, too
Oh y'all niggas killers now, oh word? Catch you comin' out your fuckin' crib nigga Yeah, catch a fuckin' bullet nigga Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred
getting nuthin from me all you get is this (d***) make ya bounce like a bunny come on Tr, Tr, Tr, Trix are for kids But ya feel it in your ribs like
held me under Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids Shaking through my skull, through my spine And down through my ribs No more
like that? Do ya, motherfucker? We'll smash your eggs And then your head We'll nab your kids Take out back on the deck And barbeque their ribs Throw
reason why my clothes stay pressed while I pack and go And she the only one at the airport when I'm back from the road Took me home, two ribs on the
somethin' that ain't his That jeopardize the well being of him and his kids That's how it is, Cig's in the whole crib Dope that told pigs, live with broke ribs
takin' turns 'Cause Doc's in the place, the cold nigga, I'm too late to thaw Doc unfold niggas 'til they ribs is raw Whether you up the ball or ride
inside, kneel Remember who built your home I built you flesh and bone (Please) Come inside, look around (Please) I lift you off the ground (Please) Snapped your ribs
pull it off right in front of the kids Before I think about coming to cribs, I be lugging my glitz so big On the waist it be rubbing my ribs, it's very
for real Joe Crack's back like I never had a deal Hungry and shit, it don't get more lovely than this Blow a hole through your ribs just for runnin'
Rob we takin' over the block They did the job, but didn't succeed When I got up off the ground niggas couldn't believe They started bustin' and'a bustin' filled my ribs
them people roll around And niggas just don't crack they leak And they too quick to quack they beak You hungry nigga's ribs touchin' what Now you
up If you got coke way up, got doe then pay up Niggas shoot at me a nigga better spray up 'Cause God forbid, you hit me in my ribs and I live Comin'
put my mouth down south You gotta count me out like Ralph I'm not a stone cold gentleman but my dick is sensitive When it goes down the throat and hit the ribs
Fire And That's What It Is And No Fire, He Don't Fail, Man I Can't, I Got Kids And I'll Be God Damn If They Stomach Touchin' They Ribs This Is Real Talk