Ill stories lyrics

by

A2


[Verse 1]
My homie drake
Brought a ho to my crib
Shes 28
Tattooed a rose on her hip
They shut the door
Aparantly she blowin a di*k
I get a call
Bobby saw me roll with his b*tch
Now f*ckin bobby ain't no friend
Deals dope on the streets
Providin homies all around with his coke cuz its cheap
Plus hes f*ckin crazy
There's a bullet hole in his teeth
I couldn't understand sh*t on the phone as he speaks!
I hear a click clack
Gunc*ck? f*ck its not mine
And sure as sh*t drake ain't got no nine
"hey whats wrong?"
"ill call u back bobby"
Then I rush in the door
The b*tch is yellin freeze
Drake's cuffed on the floor
Im like ""drakey, u were supposed to f*ck with the whore!
I told u never get me down in sh*t I wasn't before!"
The b*tch is headin for my cash
Im reachin my drawer
A chopstick! lets stick it to the back of the whore! (AAAH)

[Chorus]
These stories are my towns favourite ones
Takin drugz, rapin amazin blondes
Angry thugz
Ridin with arabian slugz
f*ckin with ur baby moms
Now one more time
Ill stories are the town's favourite ones
Rapin blondes, blazin amazin blunts
Angry thugz
Ridin with arabian slugz
f*cking with your baby moms

[Verse 2]
Follow me into my land if u understand
f*ck the fans, threw them in my garbage can
They say im livin isolated in my wonderland
And got an evil side like a f*ckin spider man!
My man phill deal pills
An ounce of coke and acid
Around the corners passin amounts of dope thats massive
Brought me thai weed
Sharp kid
I liked him
This party he was at completely f*cked him
b*tchez in the party, everybody hardin
A hot one wants pills dropped in some bacardi
So the fat kid
Gave her bad pills
This a bad thing to miss actually
Cuz she'd taken six pills, she goes black fully
With a little dose of cain
Poor b*tch tore a vein or two
Her brain is doomed
Overdose made way to her overloaded brain...

[Chorus]
These stories are my towns favourite ones
Takin drugz, rapin amazin blondes
Angry thugz
Ridin with arabian slugz
f*ckin with ur baby moms
Now one more time
Ill stories are the town's favourite ones
Rapin blondes, blazin amazin blunts
Angry thugz
Ridin with arabian slugz
f*ckin with ur baby moms

[Verse 3]
I was bleedin when I wrote this
Wake up every mornin with this sh*t over my shoulders
Its hot as f*ck, I grab a beer and sit so I can focus
What the f*ck had just happened
Who the f*ck im becomin through this f*ckin years im rappin
Introducin my name as the greatest and haters yappin
Now im back am I happy? why im feelin so crappy?
So here we go again, blaze a joint and snort the cane
f*ck my life its stupid ain't it? I used to do my thing
So quit playin
I know how to win the game
In this insane city its hard to be a saint
I used to deal mary j god knows im ashamed
I just want u all to know that its not the way im playin
Im talkin bout the type of sh*t u might not like
With tight hot rhymes in my f*cked up mind
So these stories are the towns favourite ones
Im blazin blunts with some amazin blondes!

[Chorus]
These stories are my towns favourite ones
Takin drugz, rapin amazin blondes
Angry thugz
Ridin with arabian slugz
f*ckin with ur baby moms
Now one more time
Ill stories are the town's favourite ones
Rapin blondes, blazin amazin blunts
Angry thugz
Ridin with arabian slugz
f*ckin with ur baby moms
Haha!

[Ending]
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