Pancho Zuluu - RAIN

See I cant sleep at night but im dreaming
Peripheral vision is focus on demons
Its a lesson to every step that i take
But im dreaming
Conversation with me and me i
Man im tweaking
Fellatio with a angel but really she a demon
Cat wet as the ocean
Bitch im a seaman
Back shot down her throat
Bitch swallow the trojan
Leave the pack with the doorman
Popeye the pole man
Young Jovi he knows
Green light on them folks
Man they ran off on me
And they think i didnt know
Bitch you dead where you stand
Hope they step when you go
My nigga they blow and they blow and they blow
Thought my brother was dead
He like to be on the low
Dyke bitch fuck herself with a dildo
She know
Talking down on a nigga that help you
You you low
Fuck the trust and the love man
Loyalty code
Fuck the small talk
Foreign on foreign
Im jugging jugging
She sucking am swerving
Sip the Sprite when its dirty
Perk 30 im beaming
Draco on draco
40s and 40s
Blowing on dodie
Sleep for the dead where my pillow
I buried them demons
You snitching we lynch him
You stepping we shooting
Double back if we miss him
Just kill all the witness no women are children
We standing on business
Completing all the mission
Man fuck your discussion
They coming we know
Mop head on the stick
Wrong move and you gone
Bitty bitch make a left at the light
Hit the store
Two packs of the wood hen dog
Lets roll
If shes rolling im fucking
Thats end of discussion
Her man steady calling
She sent him to vo
Occupied in the backseat my dick down her throat
Best friend like bitch dont be fucking on zos
K4 zulugang im jamaican she knows
I like that bitch pussy fat ass my nose
Pigeon toe bowleg ass sit off the floor
Man we packed in this bitch like mexicans
Money the regimen
Kush be the medicine
Black tea with the letterman
Headshot for the middleman
Bitch you want me dead wish death upon me
Like many men
Im high as a ceilling fan
Zuluu the china man china man
Nigga pop out like candy man
Am dip in designer
Black excellence move like obama
Bitch am the bomb like osama
I kill for my borther on mammas
Put a stop to ur cap like a comma
Am hot like a sauna
Am lit to next summer
Am twist like a dread
If the money dont move
Am lay getting head
Zulu gang

Written by:
JERMAINE BOWEN

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