My *** Too Small Lyrics – $ilkMoney
I love my family
I love my niggas
I love my ***
I love my trigger
So I can bust off
I love my paper
I love you haters
But ain’t no more room on my *** so jump the *** off!
Get the *** off my *** ***
I only got enough room left for your *** to get a sliver
But I got enough room in this trunk to come and collect your liver
Hop out that Dead-Bug and spray you *** like Dale Gribble
Then hit Ishkabibbles and only give my *** the pickles
Send up blocks whenever that *** can send that brick signal
If it’s issues, then we send this *** to three different venues
If it’s still issues, we pull up on Idris like This Christmas
With pistols similar to the *** you used to [?]
I robbed the plug, *** (How you do that there?)
We was watching zeitgeist, and I smacked him with the blu ray player
He was acting like Screech, til I showed him ’bout the new wave of Slater
Then put the *** in his *** mouth and made her do my hair
Came through with a .36 like 3 dubs and a Krispy Kreme
Gave you a new verse to spit with knowledge 360 degrees
Then gave a few birds to flip with some bags and a triple beam
*** you gotta get off my *** ‘fore I nut and create a seed
So *** get off of me
*** get off of me
Get the *** off of me
Get off of me ***
Get off of me
Get the *** off of me
Get off of me ***
Get off of me
Get the *** off of me
Get off of me ***
Get off of me ***
Get off of me
Get off of me ***
Get off of me
Get the *** off of me
Get off of me ***
Get off of me
Get the *** off of me
Get off of me *** ass ***
Get the *** off of me
Get off of me you *** ass ***
Get the *** off of me
Man… man all you *** ass niggas man get the *** off my ***
Man… all you *** too
I got a- I got a little ***, you know what I mean?
My *** too small for all you niggas to wanna be on my *** like this it’s crazy