Текстове на песни:
Fucked Up Let Her Rest

Instrumental

to get cute, I'ma stuff her Throw a lot of money at her, then you'll fuck her Fuck her, fuck her, then you'll fuck her Then I'ma go and get my Louisville

runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck

of fuckin' coke But now, most niggas serve chronic So I let 'em check the bank and then I'm all up on it I serve 'em with a cute hoe In a week, they

thighs... (Yeah) (Mickey what you mean) I'm promethazine fuck the queen Sniff the white horse of success and then let him lean... (Let'em see) Tryna match my high on life... (Then let

the only ones that really blush I'm real as fuck I pull that thing and hit em up That bullet travel hit a gut Then hit ya fitted up Hit ya whole city up

fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect

I tossed her Arms and legs in the garabge cuz the rest of her I lost her Her head is in the disposal with Jessicaa??s, I squashed her And put her through

fuckin wit Dru Hill But I'ma keep it real (WHAT?) What the fuck you want from a nigga? (c'mon) What the fuck you want from a nigga? (c'mon) Chorus