Killa will put big mula, unda ya hat, on ya medula/
You dont get my kinda mooga, I’m swimmin in gootah/
I dont blaze the haze less its rolled up by buddah/
Toota toota/dookie love from ya wife
I’ll go up in her booda.
booda buddah yeah i be smokin/
preaching like kenneth copeland/open in oakland/ u know how i focus/y’all fakin and jokin/ makin cake call me the hostess/oops i mean the hoster/keep a glock in tha holster….killa!
i put tan on a banana/ from ny to alabama/
dont change the channel/check out my pajamas/leave you itchy like flannel…
killa!
OH $#!T the game is on…cheKk….:
Killa will put big mula, unda ya hat, on ya medula/
You dont get my kinda mooga, I’m swimmin in gootah/
I dont blaze the haze less its rolled up by buddah/
Toota toota/dookie love from ya wife
I’ll go up in her booda.
booda buddah yeah i be smokin/
preaching like kenneth copeland/open in oakland/ u know how i focus/y’all fakin and jokin/ makin cake call me the hostess/oops i mean the hoster/keep a glock in tha holster….killa!
makin cake call me the hostess/oops i mean the hoster
LOL!!!
cam coulda wrote that hisself huh?
yup, thats him
LOL, definitely is.
i’m scoopin it, always was a fan of the ultimate jerk
haha…. his hardest jam. “What Mean The World…” tell me im lyin.