war ft central smoke

im call and its war we all in up doir u want the smoke boii so cold your dog stepped on a bee dont play with r. kelly she so yummy feeling like jelly go away nigga so smelly i might sneak the white house pull up with a mouse go on and snitch and get them stitches spin on my block get dizzy spin on myblock and u must be silly lets see if u really trap turn off that shit fat ass nigga feeling like a legend they call him small but the head hit is BIG as fuck there no LA with no mexicans smoke those blunts with cemichals getting sturdy in the crib u got no drip she run hold on u gon slip skip that nasty clip