Homer Simpson Lyrics

No more emotions ima dead man

Feeling like uzi I got dead friends

Smokin exotic for my head stress

Stay out the streets with all my business

Walk round designer on my waist on my shoes an on my face

I done made a fuckin way keep some shooters round my way

We don't fuck with nun you jakes spin the block we get away

Eyeball the money know when it's fake

He try to play he won't escape

Keep all my shooters round me niggas know im Ridin four deep

Don't play the shooters anthem cause them boys get wild like 4p

Run round the park cross on my heart Jumped right in push button start

Now I got green came out the dark

Pourin mud til I can't talk

Sippin red sippin yellow call it Bart

Swish up the juice til after dark

Move in silence when I walk

Money talkin fuck the narks

Get that bread an dodge the darts

Pillow talkin that's for marge

Homer Simpson this a bar

No more emotions ima dead man

Feelin like uzi I got dead friends

Smokin exotic for my head stress

Stay out the streets with all my business

Walk round designer on my waist on my shoes an on my face

I done made a fuckin way keep some shooters round my way

We don't fuck with nun you jakes spin the block we get away

Eyeball the money know when it's fake

He try to play he won't escape