Treasure Valley KingS ft. AC Ray Lyrics

Hit him with the shit

Wooord

It's like this, It's like this

She a lollipop licka' she grabbed my pants and unzipped 'em

Oh I have this one, now she dancing like a stripper

I'm a bonafide killer on the mic,

And then I clipped him, now watch me take a stand

And post that shit right to the 'gram

Oh you thinkin' that you hittin, I ain't feelin' nothin

But I felt that fuckin' bullet, cus It hit my stomach

And I'm just sayin, I'm real sick of makin' deals with a Satan, that back bone is broken

These chicken boys keep on chokin'

I'm the smoking till im open, I'm Pennywise in this moment, my name is Angel Ray

The one ignitin' the flame, the one that put the fuckin' flame on

And killed that shit like a 8-ball, now my nose is burnin

The wheels in my head are turnin, drownin' in the bourbon

Bitch I'm home with a suburban, bitch I'm crashin' on the scene

Shit I thought this was a dream

But my daddy told me, you better stay up on your feet, cause the real fuckin' G's

Ain't doin' what they please, yeah I'm racin' on my future

Smokin' gas until I sleep

Why why

Smokin' gas until I sleep

Put his fuckin' head in the freezer, I'm Fred and Alyssa

Got a motive for the future

Now she actin' real with diarrhea

Diarrhea diarrhea

Adicto al desmadre, Clavo, Mota, dog me Vale

I love to see their sangre, drippin' down, just like my jale

Le pido al padre, que cuide a mi madre

Ya estado bien perdido, y se que no puede salvarme. Caught for crimes, and doin' time.

Fuck the law and consequences, one of a kind and will not stop till I see vengeance

Like dope I rot minds, with every motherfuckin' sentence

Worthless shit behind while those that love me, send me blessings

I used to question, The Lord ain't ask Him why

My family's always stressin' why my locos gotta' die

Nothin' to do but keep 'em guessin' smashing' till the day I fry

Throw my hood and Smith & Wesson, in the motherfuckin' sky

Shadows got me laughin, lost up in the paranormal

I love to chase the dragon and get sicker than a porno

I don't think I'm bad, not braggin' but I'm better than before though

Straight draggin' blue flaggin'

Ese Syks Loma Loco ||:.

And I'll set signs for my walk

Every time I do it

It kinda feelin' like easy

I'm too fast

I got too much

I seen that they cannot see me

Hangin' round the looters

The hooters

They feelin' freaky

So I bring the rubbers

And thunder that is tweakin

Now she really skippin

And bringin' up all my demons

I showed up baby

Got a couple words

And I'm freezin

I'm a hot boy

You look around

I'll be your stop boy

I'm on the clock boy

You kick away

Them tic-toc boys

I'm a motherfuckin

Bustin' and lippin

I never leave until

You stubbin' like a bitch

And you focus on the trick

Hold up, hold up

Yeah my primo got the stick

And it's heavy like the dick

And you just made it on my dick

Like a bald beast

That's servin' to all the Jeevers

Name is Mona Lisa

Better bitch than a beast

I swear that I'll do it again

Like I'm a non-stop

Poppin' lookin' like I need a drug

Tryna be a fuckin' rock

Not usin' up all the time

It's the right in this bitch

Tell me where the fuck you at

Can't see that cloud of smoke

But it's green

Yeah the Holy Ghost

Woo

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