Trap Beats - PiFF,KUSH lyrics

(Chorus)x2 Blaze Up The Piff,Shorty Got That Kush.... I Got That Bin Laden And That George Bush... (Verse-1)-Hungry-412 I Wish I Knew All Along U Neva Wrong When Ur Money's Right... And Growing Up Spoiled Gone Lead To A Rotten Life... The Streets Is A Crap Game,U Either Buck It Or You Fukk It Twice... On The First Date,Ya Girl Sukked Me And She Fukked Me Twice... Yeah You Fukked 1 Of My b**hes...But Not My TOP Hoe... I Stay Getting Top Bro..On The Way To The Top Yo... Fukk Friends But I got Love For My Haterz Tho... I Pick And Roll On b**hes..They Got No Choice To Give And Go... So Kool I Could Clap A n***a And nobody knows... When That sh** Happened Right Up Under They Nose... (Chorus)x2 Blaze Up The Piff,Shorty Got That Kush.... I Got That Bin Laden And That George Bush (Verse-2)-Hungry-412 I Don't Give A Fukk,And I Ain't Neva Cared... So You Best To Pump Ya Breaks...Down Shift A Couple Of Gears... Or You Could See The Nine..See The Hands..Or See Me Shine... n***as Is Nosey Like b**hes..They Trying To See Whats Mines... I Feeding Ya Swag,I'm feeding ya style,I Fukked Your Baby's Mom Now She Bout To Have My Fukking Child...Ain't That Cray... The Only Chick You Ever Loved... I Would Be On The Other Side Of The Fence.. If I Would Have Wore A Rub..But I Didn't That sh** Was Dumb As fukk...I Must Admit Hungry.. Was Back Up On The Bullsh**...Cuz I Ain't Give A Fukk... And I Ain't Neva Care...U Wanted To See A heartless n***a.. Here I Go Right Here... See We Can Both Do That sh**.. But That sh** Don't Make No Sense,No Dollars Just Problems,Hoe Problems,No Ballin,Just Stallin'.. When My Chips Is Down... I'm Going All In... On Everything U Love... Till My Number Called In... (Chorus)x2 Blaze Up The Piff,Shorty Got That Kush.... I Got That Bin Laden And That George Bush (Verse-3)-Hungry-412 What The Fukk Is This... Everybody Wanna Spit That sh**... So Yaw Mines Well Pa** The b**h.. And Let A Hungry n***a hit The sh**.... Even Tho I Been Hit The b**h... U And Hit Lick...I Hit And Quit..U Hit And Miss... I Must Admit..T>B>H.... All Yaw n***a Do Is Hate... In P>G>H...Don't Let A Hater... Seal Ya Fate...Steal Ya Cake... Steal Ya Plate...Ya Shorty's Loving Me... She Trying To Steal My Face... In The End...It's Going Lead To A Child Support Case... I Keep It Real..I Keep It Hill..I Keep It Ville...I Keep It WestSide... Be On The South..And Got Peeps From The Northside I Down To Ride..I'm Down To Try...I'm Down To Fly.. You Only Die Once...So I'm Gone Try Everything... A Couple Of Times...I'm Trying To Shine... And For Real Shorty...I Don't Got The Time... To Wine And Dine..I'm Getting Mines... Out Of Sight And Out Of Mind...When U See Me Homie.. Just Holla..Or Justin Timberlake.."Out Of Time"...