Reason - Dun Da Da 8.5.2013

busta brown, what it do pal? im sittin hear chillin like a villain with ya boo now yo girl feeling nice dancing like a luau i pulled out my pipe and she jumped it like a moon bounce call me a rude loud ass at the party kids wit balloon clown im tappin they mommy a glass of bicardi im slamming the bottle and after tomorrow m gone, on to the next get her dripping like wate bus. doping bombs from the 9 inch shit was pretty sticky all stuck to her eyelids gave a big load she had under supplied dick this chick was freak ass bumpin and griffin man, im just bustin a joke but there probably is a dude that is fuckin your = nigga came home, shit what would ya know found his broad a best bud fuckin bumpin some soul chea fucked up shit but the world we we're given curse we live with girls be trippin when we flirt with women but you think i give a fuck? im not concerned a little chillin back have my forty with some herb and swishers it it was it is and this is just karma got ya chicks liquids all dripping like agua im the du da da you don't need the chest armor cuz i aim for the top your a kill worth no honor brown skin so some people call me vato i aint mexican but i get that money pronto winnin like the lotto, hittin on some bomb dro fingering a hot ho while chillin in her condo sipping on Moscoto, hit it then im gone bro picking up some product a carload of cargo i stand out it aint fair cause im a boss bro you blending in the spot yo.. where's waldo just get with it i spit it the fuckin cleanest with ya chick and she lick the tip of my penis keep it one hundred you fiction and i can see it ball like tim duncan you zer0 gilbert arenas we drinkin all the tequila, gringos with margaritas summer in California, amigos and mamacitas shiit...you think you can top me beat it i serve hard hits like venus and like serena these women be calling me up, i like me a filipina but bitches full of shit and i don't like diarrhea fake tiptoes, fake lips, they high on some cocaine medicate and meditate, a mind with a calm demeanor cashin out nigga, ride around with dat nina me to rap is like ice to a fuckin tweaker catch ya slipping im hiding and you cant see me i creep on up, stick a knife all up in your kidney if ya fee bob ya head with the beat shuffle the feet and sing to the tempo it brings remember the name it will forever remain hanging on your mind like it was the stem of ya brain rep my state yea the west is the baddest where you can get weed wrapped in an edible package call me a rookie with some veteran tactics hit em up steal his broad and then his letterman jacket aint a sound that is better than that shit cold as fuck blow shit up... like a chemistry lab bitch ima fiend for clean beats like a amphetamine addicts evident talent filled heavy with passion as im steady advancing' good girls nah just women that horny find the chicks with nice tits that are willin to blow me