No Shirt Lyrics

I thought you should know what your music does, it kill people

What a bitch, money, wallet nice to meet her
Go put the kids a bed, I'm trying to greet her
Bitch I'm fin wake the streets up
I need the cheese in a top like a huh
Crash out you just not get your feet wet
They run since the wound mine even be asleep yet
You can tell this bitch of hitting nine pain for the be yet
Like crack in a pot I doping, ain't hit the street yet
You can not convice me batter
My baby is super fine
Your bitch callin', I hit the cline
He'd done enough play with me. Yeah, I kill him
They come to me hear preacher

This is in my bloodline
I'm against [?]
Somebody tell [?]
Still throwing a [?]
I'm black like street side
Touch down on a phone line
[?]
For gang bit bitch
Tell me talk while you keep
I know some young niggas dad caper our funny
They went with and nine times
Still got have another teen hold up, wait
Let me double back, honey pack
I Gotta think bitch is so good, made her run her back
Such you feel this ass when I'm in pussy
Give her heartattack
[?]

What a bitch, money, wallet nice to meet her
Go put the kids a bed, I'm trying to greet her
Bitch I'm fin wake the streets up
I need the cheese in a top like a huh