Taliban Song

What's up in that cup, bitch this wockhardt He say that he want some problems, Gave his ass a jumpstart Feel like Yeat no tonka, Twenty four feel like mamba Smoking on dank no gonja, Thriller be my genre Blonde head nigga like Donna, I be super saiyan Can't walk without no plan, Strapped up with my Taliban He like what you want, And she like what you need I need Riley Reid, I need you on yo knees Get to the money let's go, Pay me what you owe I came up from nothing, Turn that shit to something Sticks in this bitch we drumming,Track star shit he running If I up this bitch I'm dumping, Pork ass nigga no dumpling Fly ass nigga I'm soaring, Bullets they travel explore I like blood love gore, At night it's trap back doors What's up in that cup, bitch this wockhardt He say that he want some problems, Gave his ass a jumpstart Feel like Yeat no tonka, Twenty four feel like mamba Smoking on dank no gonja, Thriller be my genre Blonde head nigga like Donna, I be super saiyan Can't walk without no plan, Strapped up with my Taliban

"The Taliban Song" "I'm just a middle-aged, middle-eastern camel herdin' man I got a little, 2 bedroom cave here in North Afghanistan Things used to be real nice and they got out of hand when they moved in They call themselves the Taliban (Ooooo yeah the taliban) (taliban baby) Now I ain't seen my wife's face since they came here They make her wear a scarf over her head that covers her from ear to ear She loves the desert and the hot white sand But man she's just like me, nah she can't stand The Taliban (ooo taliban baby) You know someday soon we're both gonna saddle up and it'll be Ride Camel Ride My old lady she'll be here with me, smilin right by my side We should do just fine out around Palestine or maybe Turkmenistan We'll bid a fair adieu and flip the finger to the Taliban (Oh yeah the taliban) (baby) I know where you comin from brother! This is a patriotic love song So y'all feel free to salute if you want, You got my permission. Now they attacked New York City cause they thought they could win Said they would, stand and fight until the very bloody end Mr Bush got on the phone with Iraq and Iran and said "Now, you Sons-of-bitches you better not be doin any business with the taliban" (Taliban baby) So we prayed to Allah with all of our might Until those big U.S. jets came flyin one night They dropped little bombs all over their holy land And man you should have seen em run like rabbits, they ran (The taliban) You know someday soon we're both gonna saddle up and it'll be Ride Camel Ride My old lady she'll be here with me, smilin right by my side We should do real fine out around Palestine or maybe Turkmenistan We'll bid a fair adieu and flip a couple fingers to the Taliban (Oh yeah, taliban) We'll bid a fair adieu and flip a big boner to The Taliban (baby)"

Brr Niggas better not NIggas better not pop out, for real Brr, ayy, ayy My brodie got a lick, he say he tryna bring 'bout forty back Forty packs and forty racks, .40 cal and a MAC Box him up, Apple Jacks, rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat In the Scat', caught him lackin', windows crackin', tires flat I said we ain't come here for nothin', nigga, we want it all Jewelry on, you know that I'm stuntin', nigga, we love to ball Never duckin' opps, if I'm inside, I'm duckin' federals Stopped takin' Percocets 'cause I don't wanna slip on fentanyl Ayy, pop him, drop him, I got 'bout twenty, on God Ayy, spot him, watch him, look one more time, I'll spark Ain't no trustin' us, we bustin' stuff like we play for the Warriors What you is, nigga? What you bangin'? You say you that, then throw it up Suck the gang, she throwin' up, now shе sayin' she don't know us (ayy) New hoes comin' through, wе goin' up, nigga, fuck her (yeah) Drugged up, my face mugged up, he say I'm tough tough Movin' with killers, we don't say shit, we let them guns bust Even though I had talent, I was still out committing robberies My past keep on following me, you know I acknowledge greed Good deed, bad deed, we gon' do that shit if we in need Bad bitch with bowed legs for me, I think she Cherokee See how we comin' We Taliban drugs, paraphernalia and the contraband They say they can smell us, still let me board, then I landed Better treat me like Osama in this bitch, but we ain't stabbin' Bullets gettin' to clappin' First nigga play, he gon' lay, ayy, ayy, ayy This a hooligan, she raisin' ayy, bay-bay-bay Wraith, that's my taste, I ain't tryna drive no straight-eight Left a nut on her face, goodness sake, it look like a cake Look fast, hit slow, smokin' dope, lean out the bottle Fuckin' on a model, I DM'd her, I ain't have to follow Never trust a ho, I put my faith into these fuckin' hollows Come here, barrel to the face, blow his brains out him He out of bounds, I had to foul him Ref throw in the towel (come here) The crowd goin' wild, big man on the block, Pau Gasol (come here) And round for round, pound for pound, you can't last, clown You must ain't heard about that last nigga we bugged out My brodie got a lick, he say he tryna bring 'bout forty back Forty packs and forty racks, .40 cal and a MAC Box him up, Apple Jacks, rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat In the Scat', caught him lackin', windows crackin', tires flat I said we ain't come here for nothin', nigga, we want it all Jewelry on, you know that I'm stuntin', nigga, we love to ball Never duckin' opps, if I'm inside, I'm duckin' federals Stopped takin' Percocets 'cause I don't wanna slip on fentanyl See how we comin' We Taliban drugs, paraphernalia and the contraband They say they can smell us, still let me board, then I landed Better treat me like Osama in this bitch But we ain't stabbin', bullets gettin' to clappin' Nigga, we ain't stabbin', bullets get to clappin' We ain't totin' machetes We'll send you to Heaven, we be steppin' We steppin', steppin', steppin' right in front the reverend (brr) NLE the Top Shotta, bombs like Al-Qaeda