BB Blanco - LMA Lyrics

I f*ckin' hate everybody tell em leave me alone
Why they always talkin' n talkin' i'm comin' at they dome
Chrome pipe masked up steppin' in a bloody shoe
I been ridin' round the Ponies so I can't f*ck wit chu
Do my dance
She pull down her pants
I give her my nut like I think my first name is lance
Why my arm strong and shit
All this workin' in the pan
Got a car bomb it's rigged
Made it special for your man
I feel like I'm Marylin Manson Up in the highest mansion
Got em smokin' heroin fractions the way that I be rappin
Diamonds dancin' on the finest fashion
All my clients ration
Got the brightest crackheads
Doing lines of acid
For real
Cool like Ben Stiller
Pulled up in a chinchilla
Big deala Imma imma imma big deala
Quick skrilla you touch it I get the wig splitta
Wait until the day that I pop blow like a big blister
I will never call you my bro
You like a big sister
I will never call you a hoe
Put on your wig Mr
No I'm never down with the games
Like I don't dig twister
All you rappers pussy n lame
Cap like a big trickster
Hold on
Now I only trade the finest goods
Ask where are the blunts homie threw me a pack of Island Woods
An island would be nice I think away from all the lights
I think its time to roll the dice I think this time I could
Wait
Silent hood don't know nothin' bout no silent hood
Ain't cleanin' up the body at the light I guess my driver should
Timing good dash n I dash Im seeing red like a rash
I'm spinning back n then back
I guess ur hiding good
Badboy
Did she mean when she say she can handle it
I'm stabbin' him he floppin' over like I seen a salmon fish
She panicking
She askin' me to please bust up a Xan again
I'm rammin' it up in her ass hope I don't damage it
I'm smackin' him yeah the one who holdin' the camera bitch
I'm hoping that he capture it
Develop it
Get smacked again
I'm selling shit I'm wrappin' it
We mailing in the packs again
With felons n they hazardous
Might pop off at your man and them