808s and Goth Bitches - Kiraw

Kiraw I feel like I am Hannibal when I step in the booth My blade is on my hip, I ain't got nothing to lose Got a bad little bitch and her ass bounce on my lap Don't fuck with my bitch, or I'll break your fucking neck I feel like I am Hannibal when I step in the booth My blade is on my hip, I ain't got nothing to lose Got a bad little bitch and her ass bounce on my lap Don't fuck with my bitch, or I'll break your fucking neck I feel like I am Hannibal when I step in the booth My blade is on my hip, I ain't got nothing to lose Got a bad little bitch and her ass bounce on my lap Don't fuck with my bitch, or I'll break your fucking neck I feel like I am Hannibal when I step in the booth My blade is on my hip, I ain't got nothing to lose Got a bad little bitch and her ass bounce on my lap Don't fuck with my bitch, or I'll break your fucking neck

Yeah! Don't stop (once again, once again) West Coast after shop (c'mon) West Coast Now all my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air For all my bitches and my niggas (we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck) Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga Who am I? Do or die (yo) So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet The loc-est 21-year-old nigga that's on this planet Take it for granted, if ya wanna, because I'm gonna Grab my strap then clear the corner, biatch So all my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air To all my niggas and my bitches Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air Now on a one, two, three who could it be Coming with a grip of gangsta shit for '93 So '94's arrived nigga, back on up And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up Now can't nobody see me here or there Wherever I bails, I put it down all around 'Cause ain't shit for sale in the Coupe With the beat flossin' off, gold D's And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap In your ass, for getting us all fucked up Now check it, it's a calling for niggas like Doggs Who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin' like hoes (Yes y'all) other Doggs (yes y'all) yiggy y'all Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this Now how many bitches must get dicked? Before they say, okay, Daz that nigga from back in the day Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin' with Dr. Dre But I grips mics, I rips mics in half Hoes be coming to my flat so I can tap that ass So all my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air

Yeah I need me a real baddie bitch They don't know what the damage is My brain is full of anger shit And I can't even manage it Yeah I'm drinking the whole bottle bitch Now imma go full throttle quick My heart feels like a hollow tip I think I'm getting fucking sick Yeah I really need to move Baby I'm so sorry But I never tell the truth I'm always on my grind Yeah I'm always in the booth It's really hard to find But I know I help the youth I'm running out of time Because I don't know what I choose Yeah I never feel enough Riot in my head Bro I might start acting up I wanna start a brawl Babygirl I like it rough Hit me in my face girl Don't worry I am tough And I know that all these bitches Want to copy what I built Molly on her tongue Yeah she do it for the thrill Pussyboy is hating Shit I'm glad you pay my bill So much fucking rage bro I finna start to kill Shout-out to my brothers from the states Shout-out Dyll Xanax bottle gone Maybe thats why I feel chill Swallow on my tongue Baby better never spill Trauma in my brain bro I feel so fucking ill Yeah I need me a real baddie bitch They don't know what the damage is My brain is full of anger shit And I can't even manage it Yeah I'm drinking the whole bottle bitch Now imma go full throttle quick My heart feels like a hollow tip I think I'm getting fucking sick Yeah I really need to move Baby I'm so sorry But I never tell the truth I'm always on my grind Yeah I'm always in the booth It's really hard to find But I know I help the youth I'm running out of time Because I don't know what I