Paul Bearer Lyrics

Go, hell nah, you can't hang

baby said I smell like weed, told her that's my fragrance

We be playing with a scale on some everyday shit

Boy, you ridin' around in that little rusty like tow mator

Bitch mad I won't date her, I gotta get this paper

Mama told me, boy, calm your ass down, you ain't got no patience

Been telling these women I was gon' make it, now I'm making it

If it's my shit you not taking it

if it's my bitch then I'm breaking her

I can't buy no bitch no purse, make sure my Glock ride up in my hearse

Loving bitches, that's the worst, trusting bitches, that's a curse

Bro say he got bands up on his head, he tryna get him a shirt

Cartiijaay Gotta ride around with thunder like his name is lou dort

Scale it up, we baggin' it, suck my dick to the magistrate

She not good for me like cancer stick

, when they not who that like Nardo wick

Like Beavis, I told her I want nothing, but head

Dont ask for , I don't know nothing

wont there? I don't really like women, with short hair, I'm friends will undertaker like Paul bearer

, shut up little bitch, come here, put yo jaw here sometimes I wear jays with the sweater like Marvin

She say she a 10, but that bitch not a Barbie, load up my whip and it sound like a Harley

She hungry for cartii like, baby, I'm starving,

Just took his bitch me I should pardon

Rolling big blunts like, damn, rolling big blunts like Tyrannosaurus

Vocab extended like a thesaurus , would've killed Goldilocks I'm not sharing my porridge

I make hit after hit, check the scoreboard, me and my nigga, we opening doors

Come from the three with that shit on the floor, smoke so much nigga, I jump I can soar

They don't got a computer, you not in the core, double R fast when it load up it roar

Baby say I smell like weed, told her that's my fragrance

We be playing with the scale on some everyday shit

Boy, you ride around in that little rusty light, told May that

This bitch mad I won't dare, I gotta get this paper

Mama told me, boy, calm your ass down, you ain't got no papers

Been telling these women I was gonna make it, now I'm making it

If it's my shit, you not taking it, if it's my bitch, then I'm breaking her

I can't buy no bitch, no purse , make sure my glock ride up in my hearse

Loving bitches, that's the worst, trusting bitches, that's a curse

Bro say he got bands up on his head, he trying to get him a shirt

Cartiijaay got a ride around with Thunder like his name lou dort

Scale it up, we bagging it, suck my dick told the magistrate