Walmart Scriptz from OPPSTER HUNTER by LECHE DUMFUK
Tracklist
| 7. | Walmart Scriptz | 1:24 |
Lyrics
Said he keep a strap
What he finna do with it
Not a damn thing
Pussy boy was
Too shitted
When you see
Your crew
Say it's LECHE
Who did it
Took his shoes
Took his pants
I'm a foo with it
Going psycho
Off the nos
I'm a baloonatic
I hit the instrumental
Suave
With the fluidness
You can ask DPD
I ain't new to this
You ain't invite me
To your party
Imma ruin it
LECHE FECHE FLAME
I'm the one they
Love to hate
Don't no one care
About my feelings
So I do the same
The way I flee the scene
You'd swear to god
I flew away
Golden smile
On my face
Before I let it spray
Don't run away
Now that you're seeing
What you do to me
Stripped him down
And gave my ruka
All his jewelry
DUMFUK
Yeah you know I'm with the follery
A couple oxys, an ounce of hash
And some brew in me
Im the devil
Yeah
I got your homie doing speed
The way I hit my dance
It's looking
Like I gotta pee
You really thought
That's I was dead
Nah
But I oughta be
I ain't tryna get you prego
I do sodomy
