Archive page LMAO lyrics

(Chorus 1)
CC, the greatest mixtape of all time
Ah, Ahhh

(Verse 1)
That hoe got accidents, she on a lint
Ay, That hoe got types of loneliness, she has no friends ay
I watched my uncle get gunned down, go talk to tim' ay
He not tryna run up, whats that sound? Thats all the blicks ay
Do you wanna hit or f*cking not? (Oh Yeah)
Thought I got my sh*t up on these crocs, (With all these crocs)
Ooh, doo-doo on my neck, it's like a dot yeah
Ooh, your hoe suckin' di*k without no condom yeah!

(Chorus 2)
Oh, Ooh

(Verse 2)
Pasito on my neck now
Do whats on the desk now
b*tch, i'm poppin' pecs now!
Sayin' the one who's the best
Yeah, shoot him up on his chest yeah
How do you know what's next?
Yeah, i'm finna steal his check yeah
b*tch, i'm rockin' "Tecs" yeah
Nike on Tecs gettin' technical
She ridin' on me, she be ridin' like a bull
I be shooting at him, no i'm shooting at two
Got a 30. on my freakin' hip like a dude
'Gon start shooting at him, i'ma run like a fool
I be shootin' it up, we be sayin' who you?
This ain't Halloween b*tch, she keep saying, "Like BOO!"
(Chorus 3)
Oh, Ooh, Ahh!