Accessories Lyrics

Babygirl, match with my energy

Mood: Swing bottles, Hennessy;

I don't need shooters, the lord spray in front of me

Apollo my whip got the sun with me

White bitch gon' carry the gun for me

That's what she say when she loving me

Fortunately, i'm no bitch who be trusting these

I say worse when i'm fucking accessories

Prada purse way too small for the felony

Better for selling the money tree

Sippin' four loko at seventeen

1738 be the death of me

Calvin Klein be her recipe

And it be what she be takin' off of me

High score like this Millipede

Centipede crawlin' right through her sanity

Coke on her vanity

High in demand:

Any motherfucker who got a plan;

High in the land of coca and xans

Darwinistic, bitch its simple: you damned

I ain't no preacher!

Dropped out community college

'cause teachers don't make half my features

You wearin' FILA

Culture vulture be exposure you keep copping sweatshop sneakers

Funny your effort be;

See-through like diamonds from Tiffany

Knot-up your noose like vasectomy

Frankly, I knew that we'd always be mo'fuckin enemies

You be my peasant, i'm pharaoh

Shawty cuttin' the cake with the marrow

Kilo cut with Tajin, come with the pack from my main jardinero

I'm a big fan of dinero

Spanish 1 learnt buying Faygo

At the Circle-K that sellin Karo:

God bless jugg payroll

God bless Judge M (Martinez!)

Beat a case once again

Send a letter to your friends (Achoo!)

Anthrax be your end

Enemies are pretend

Incognito pals through the pen

Cause you both work for the same end

Them big blue Benjamins

Twentie-twos on the Benz

Ignorant for pretend

God sent to piss of Caucasians till the end!

Babygirl, match with my energy

Mood: Swing bottles, Hennessy;

I don't need shooters, the lord spray in front of me

Apollo my whip got the sun with me

White bitch gon' carry the gun for me

That's what she say when she loving me

Fortunately, i'm no bitch who be trusting these

I say worse when i'm fucking accessories

Sell narcotics, it's ironic

Make my money through batonics

Yeah, my phonics been iconic

Writing bars like i'm bionic

Super-sonic kush and tonic

Make me simmer down; neurotic

Little shawty kept platonic

Till she met me and she want it

I be foreign, so i'm taxin' all these white boys for my product

You be buyin' yo bitch flowers while she askin' me for Prada

Triple-score, ain't got no credit

Don't be askin me don't botha'

Triple-S be on my feet, like i'm the dad that fucked ya daughter