PaulyPiff - T H C

Fuck wit' it, I don't fuck wit' it
Fuck wit' it, I don't fuck wit' it
BITCH, FUCK WIT' IT, I DON'T FUCK WIT' IT
BITCH, FUCK WIT' IT, I DON'T FUCK WIT' IT
(Ayy, yaa)

Bitch I been offa' my rocker
You offer me offers then offer it proper
(Yea, ay)
Take all of these martyrs and moppers
I stalk in the dark with the doctor
(Yea ay)
The starter will barter their chakra is often-ly offa' the lager
(Yea, ay)
I'm harder than parking a copter at target with holiday shoppers
(Yea ay)
I'm rippin' ya' bag, fuckin' ya' face, hittin' the zag
(Wait, holdup)
Drippin' the slag, stuck in the race, sick in the lab
(Wait, holdup)
Sippin' the stag, puffin' the eighth, drink and I drag
(Bake, holdup)
Clickin' the nav, duckin' outer space, kick her to the cab
(Skate, HOLDUP)
I ain't got no fuckin' time for anotha' dime piece, or a dub piece
I just puff T.H.C. every time I WANT PEACE
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' that gist no
Never dissed, clever when I swish goal
Get a list, settle with the script scroll
Get 'em pissed, levels to this shit, HO
Sever with the cleaver, when I get her leave her
Never met her, but she's in the net
I feed the hole back shots
Get her wet, I leak her like somebody stole the fuckin' LAPTOP
Way we laid up, I be in the buckets
Shootin' three pointers, never win the ruckus
Is a street corner imma' bring the cutlets
Cut the beef for her when I swing the cutlas
Don't be fuckin' talkin' with them fish lips
Throw the calamari on ya' salad, sorry
Hoes be fuckin' gawkin' till the bitch trips
Look, Mary Poppins look, WHERE WE WALKIN
Don't be underestimatin' HOW FAR
Bitch I'm done, yes I meant it
Unprecedented
Shun, regimented
Sun, yes I dent it
PUFFIN RESIN IN A TOWN CAR
Bitch I spun, lesson number one
Fessin' and you peasants end up in the ground scarred
Clip the tongue, press until its numb
Restin' in the vessel wrestle till the pounds charred
Every crumb, stressin' with the hum
Dressin' in florescent blessin' the profound star
Bitch I stun, medicine and fun
Better sin or let us in to make the sound hard

All these friends
All these breeds
All these trends
All these hems
All these sleeves
All these chems
All these fiends
All these fuckin' lives ruined
All these teens, what the fuck am I doin'
All these stems
All these seeds
All these pens
All these gems
All these weeds
All these zens
All these chi's
What the fuck am I brewin',
Never need what you all are lied to, and I don't

Fuck wit' it, I don't fuck wit' it
(Ay)
Fuck wit' it, I don't fuck wit' it
BITCH, FUCK WIT' IT, I DON'T FUCK WIT' IT
BITCH, FUCK WIT' IT, I DON'T FUCK WIT' IT
(Yea, yea)

Written by:
Paul Schultz Jr.

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