Hmmm Unexpected - Sumo, Jojo, Devo & Eman

Hmmm Unexpected Lyrics

Unexpected like a mixtape catch you at your crib if ya reading this its too late
Point a choppa at a nigga now he running like a track race
Catch a nigga while he waiting on his dinner cut his head off leave his ass with a full plate
Nigga talking shit put the metal to his mouth now i call his ass brace face
Unexpected like a mixtape catch you at your crib if ya reading this its too late
Point a choppa at a nigga now he running like a track race
Catch a nigga while he waiting on his dinner cut his head off leave his ass with a full plate
Nigga talking shit put the metal to his mouth now i call his ass brace face
And your bitch up for grabs like a sweepstakes ima eat her ass like a cheesecake
Now we back to my place bust on her face with my nut like a toothpaste
Straight invade his crib like its home alone put the mac up to his face he would think he had a lipstick on
Price on his head hella ice like a sled make a nigga freeze up like fro-zone
Put the chrome to a nigga dome now his ass stuck like he need a couple chromosomes
Im at your door like a ding dong god ill serve you like ping pong
And your bitch say my name like im mike jones ima eat her ass like some neck bones
Choppa ring like a telephone shootem in the stomach you would think a nigga belly gone
Bitches say i rap like a sing-a-long and i got it playin on dey phone like a ringtone
Big dick king kong took her to the crib theni put the whole team on

I just got some cash finna flip shit bought your bitch some toms like im playin for the patriots
Always first never second ima god in the heavens when i die im a legend on my drake shit
Pull up to the block with the banana clip if a nigga lackin ima turnem to banana split
I ch-ch-ch-chop shit body up in piece pick it up with some chopsticks
Pull up to the scene with a fat bitch and you know im finna eat her ass like some catfish
I pulled up like scuurt peep out the window den i had to pop shit
Luke harper we kill shit we gon fuck around crack ya bitch like a base hit
Squad can train your bitch mike vick shorty outta hand fuck around and ray rice shit
Channel nine pronounced him dead laid him under bodies like a matress on a bed
Catch a nigga tryna run shootem in his side makem do the stanky leg
If you lackin your dead face shot push his eyeballs back to his head
Nigga think its sweet till his blood shed now he not respondin to nobody like his phone dead
I ain't even goin for his head chest shot havem leavin like he standin for the pledge
Got a bad bitch layin in my bed watching sponge bob while she give me fantastic head'got your girl in the backseat sweatin like an athlete now she on top like a bunk bed
Guns pointed to his head call his ass ebola how a pussy nigga spread
Y'all know how we commin man we be runnin man to the money man
Mmmmm
Turn up turn up
These niggas lame as hell
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmmmm
Turn up turn up
GANG!
What the fuck was that
Take that shit out right dere
Take that shit out
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