K-pop Lyrics

Ck one, tell ya mum this s___s done,
Got a brand new album for a f___ed up son.
Her daughter gettin f___ed, like I give a s___ tricker
Go eat that acid off'a them explicit warning stickers.
Lickin tha cd, askin ya mum to buy it
While I'm gagging honey, in the hyatt with my d___ and keep it quiet
"Room service..."
f___ that! a__ume Nervous..
break this b____ a__ off a bruised purpose
in and out throw a fist in the route this b____ has waste management cuz I p___ in her mouth
match made of guiness for forty five minutes then I'm breakin my foot off her a__ for the finish
look dingy and fendy but trendy millenium Ted Bundy lookin all friendly at Wendy's
cuz it's time to eat and I'll f___ you up I ain't them rhymin' geeks

chours:
We want p____, money and I'm ready for war
Already I'm tore still I'm gettin head from your w____
bring the fun on don't be the one pull the a gun on
promoters that don't gimmie our dough are gettin' swung on (x2)

I can't help that your wife likes s__ and the violence got knives to her head while I paint eyelids
then cut my ear off smear don't get the dead deer off then have that b____ get Lon Ser off
then we laugh about it at whatever clubs poppin' and blow this s___ up with all the w____s and thugs lockin'
make it a point to then break in the joint spend a clip on cult members outside waitin' to join
I'm gettin' this money I don't care how it look if I pick up both arms you're watchin' a coward cook
riddle with leg d-cup nipple tip of the egg twelve four watchin cops itchin their head
sippin' grey goose with a trey deuce on this kid that runnin' this dough and I'm like 'lay loose'
don't have your mom's be like 'that's my boy' they'll sign the papers to have your corpse destroyed

chours:
We want p____, money and I'm ready for war
Already I'm tore still I'm gettin head from your w____
bring the fun on don't be the one we pull the a gun on
promoters that don't gimmie our dough are gettin' swung on (x2)

you better got rocks to fling or glocks to ping f___ around and got Cage doin' obnoxious things
it's four AM where your kids at Larry Clarke's crib with Copywrite next to where the PTA live
went to see Bully not for my two songs maybe up cameo with Bijou Phillips lady up
this time around crazy I'm slicin shrunk monkeys used to pistol whip til Shady made it look p____
tryin' to dissect words I write only found a napkin in the diner for the verse I wrote last night
so don't pick up bread crumbs like this old b____ sittin' shoddy in the NIS gun
you get the point like your b____ do I punch through the planet like when PCP hits you
watch me shake up these little primaddonas cuttin' off their backpacks like Mad Cow Llama

chours:
We want p____, money and I'm ready for war
Already I'm tore still I'm gettin head from your w____
bring the fun on don't be the one we pull the a gun gun on
promoters that don't gimmie our dough are gettin' swung on (x2)