[Intro] mmmm, im so hungry, i think its time for dinner...hehe...yeah Dinner time....hehe I gotta... I gotta kill for my dinner, thats what it is. Seven Provided - The Ingredients to this song, all im bringin is the salt and pepper and hot sauce ya smell me...
cuz im a mothafuckin nuttbag!, fill it out
[Chorus] I dont give a fuck about what you think I dont give a fuck about what you feel Drop that album how the truth feels crack that yack bitch pop that pill or rock that steel sittin in a cage i got an appetite to crack and pop that still and pop that veal yall mothafuckaz is not that real im a nutt bagg
[Chorus (sung part)] I dont give a fuck bout how you feel, bout me i kill, for free and until, we meet I dont give a fuck bout how you feel, bout me i kill, for free and until, just me
[Verse 1] Im a gut bag em up and toe tag em kick like enter the dragon dont ago- nize me, put rat poison up into my I.V. try me, took rap niggas right to the crime scene im a crime scene maker, life taker take em on the stage and rape em no apron im scrape his face and face satan ima take his place and get a jason mask, better be ready to duck fast never be ready to face me i cut grass leavin em dead, i put 3 in his head and then i feed him to dead and proceed to cut stab i aint need to flip it i spit sick got syphilistic ya bitch get licked im tellin ya this is the sickness shit im smellin ya this shit can get twisted im in a rage, i didnt get paid now my life is stuck in a cage i stay with the same glock and the gauge my hearts burnin im turnin the page anybody who face me i get em filleted laid in the shade with a bag o naze i spit sicker than a bag of AIDs bout to blow back up so i have grenades get sick ta this get a butcher knife slit ya bitches wrist now ya took her life in a 56 and a hooker light ya bitch is wit me tell her hooker night im 51 51 50 dont get the hung, lick ya gon get lit dont sit too rich lynch is gon get it gon get to this quick i spit liquid
they call me the nuttbag
[Chorus] I dont give a fuck about what you think I dont give a fuck about what you feel Drop that album how the truth feels crack that yack bitch pop that pill or rock that steel sittin in a cage i got an appetite to crack and pop that still and pop that veal yall mothafuckaz is not that real im a nutt bagg
[Chorus (sung part)] I dont give a fuck bout how you feel, bout me i kill, for free and until, we meet I dont give a fuck bout how you feel, bout me i kill, for free and until, just me
ima put average niggas up in the attic take dead bitches and stab em up in the abdomen leavin bodies on madison avenue im havin you for dinner and a movie after i stab at you you got a bit of the sickness nigga haven't you its like cocaine so i aint got an attitude bada bing bada boom im in ya room and all i wanna do is sing anotha tune and bring another tool and bring another who? get cut up what up shit nutt up wit us get fucked up with us or dont fuck with us get cut up the butt kick shut up ya butt slit razor blade ya todays the day cuz you paved the way for 2 days to get ate up shave his legs and tooth paste get blazed up eat his brains and put flame in they guts amarola gassi ya posse you dont see what i see ya not me with this shit ima get my monopoly not even a freight train can stop me not even the straight cane can rock me use weed to maintain at top speed low down ta slow down with the fo pound oh now ya go now (Ya know now) im in a rage, i didnt get paid now my life is stuck in a cage i stay with the same glock and the gauge my hearts burnin im turnin the page anybody who face me i get em filleted laid in the shade with a bag o naze i spit sicker than a bag of AIDs bout to blow back up so i have grenades
[Chorus] I dont give a fuck about what you think I dont give a fuck about what you feel Drop that album how the truth feels crack that yack bitch pop that pill or rock that steel sittin in a cage i got an appetite to crack and pop that still and pop that veal yall mothafuckaz is not that real im a nutt bagg
[Chorus (sung part)] I dont give a fuck bout how you feel, bout me i kill, for free and until, we meet I dont give a fuck bout how you feel, bout me i kill, for free and until, just me
[Outro]
she didnt? aight, im up in here I aint drunk, what you say? uhhh, aight..she call? whens the next meetin? aight we got it then, just let me take this out to the back
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Copy to Clipboard: [Intro] mmmm, im so hungry, i think its time for dinner...hehe...yeah Dinner time....hehe I gotta... I gotta kill for my dinner, thats what it is. Seven Provided - The Ingredients to this song, all im bringin is the salt and pepper and hot sauce ya smell me...
cuz im a mothafuckin nuttbag!, fill it out
[Chorus] I dont give a fuck about what you think I dont give a fuck about what you feel Drop that album how the truth feels crack that yack bitch pop that pill or rock that steel sittin in a cage i got an appetite to crack and pop that still and pop that veal yall mothafuckaz is not that real im a nutt bagg
[Chorus (sung part)] I dont give a fuck bout how you feel, bout me i kill, for free and until, we meet I dont give a fuck bout how you feel, bout me i kill, for free and until, just me
[Verse 1] Im a gut bag em up and toe tag em kick like enter the dragon dont ago- nize me, put rat poison up into my I.V. try me, took rap niggas right to the crime scene im a crime scene maker, life taker take em on the stage and rape em no apron im scrape his face and face satan ima take his place and get a jason mask, better be ready to duck fast never be ready to face me i cut grass leavin em dead, i put 3 in his head and then i feed him to dead and proceed to cut stab i aint need to flip it i spit sick got syphilistic ya bitch get licked im tellin ya this is the sickness shit im smellin ya this shit can get twisted im in a rage, i didnt get paid now my life is stuck in a cage i stay with the same glock and the gauge my hearts burnin im turnin the page anybody who face me i get em filleted laid in the shade with a bag o naze i spit sicker than a bag of AIDs bout to blow back up so i have grenades get sick ta this get a butcher knife slit ya bitches wrist now ya took her life in a 56 and a hooker light ya bitch is wit me tell her hooker night im 51 51 50 dont get the hung, lick ya gon get lit dont sit too rich lynch is gon get it gon get to this quick i spit liquid
they call me the nuttbag
[Chorus] I dont give a fuck about what you think I dont give a fuck about what you feel Drop that album how the truth feels crack that yack bitch pop that pill or rock that steel sittin in a cage i got an appetite to crack and pop that still and pop that veal yall mothafuckaz is not that real im a nutt bagg
[Chorus (sung part)] I dont give a fuck bout how you feel, bout me i kill, for free and until, we meet I dont give a fuck bout how you feel, bout me i kill, for free and until, just me
ima put average niggas up in the attic take dead bitches and stab em up in the abdomen leavin bodies on madison avenue im havin you for dinner and a movie after i stab at you you got a bit of the sickness nigga haven't you its like cocaine so i aint got an attitude bada bing bada boom im in ya room and all i wanna do is sing anotha tune and bring another tool and bring another who? get cut up what up shit nutt up wit us get fucked up with us or dont fuck with us get cut up the butt kick shut up ya butt slit razor blade ya todays the day cuz you paved the way for 2 days to get ate up shave his legs and tooth paste get blazed up eat his brains and put flame in they guts amarola gassi ya posse you dont see what i see ya not me with this shit ima get my monopoly not even a freight train can stop me not even the straight cane can rock me use weed to maintain at top speed low down ta slow down with the fo pound oh now ya go now (Ya know now) im in a rage, i didnt get paid now my life is stuck in a cage i stay with the same glock and the gauge my hearts burnin im turnin the page anybody who face me i get em filleted laid in the shade with a bag o naze i spit sicker than a bag of AIDs bout to blow back up so i have grenades
[Chorus] I dont give a fuck about what you think I dont give a fuck about what you feel Drop that album how the truth feels crack that yack bitch pop that pill or rock that steel sittin in a cage i got an appetite to crack and pop that still and pop that veal yall mothafuckaz is not that real im a nutt bagg
[Chorus (sung part)] I dont give a fuck bout how you feel, bout me i kill, for free and until, we meet I dont give a fuck bout how you feel, bout me i kill, for free and until, just me
[Outro]
she didnt? aight, im up in here I aint drunk, what you say? uhhh, aight..she call? whens the next meetin? aight we got it then, just let me take this out to the back
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