GORT - DELI MEATS AND FELLATIO

★ chorus: aisle 9 ★
Runnin' through the city with a 40. in my pants
(my glock hold 30 lemme see them fuckin hands)
My cock so dirty, i aint never wash my hands
(i seen her at the bar, bitch where the fuck yo mans)

★ verse: 1 aisle 9 ★
Im on top of that
New york deli (uh)
Bitch gimme all of that
Runnin' through the city
With the capocollo
Im in the back of field
Im hitting soccer balls off the pole (uh)
Catch me at my nephew's circumcision
Damascus blade steady cuttin' with percision
Catch me at the asian deli
Munchin on persimmons
Eat pussy like jean simmons on cocaine
My bald head crazy from all of the fuckin rogaine
Bad bitch always complainin' about some throat pain
Real bitch suckin'
When i cum i sound like t-pain
Aaaaaaaa
Fuckin' bitch ah

★ verse: 2 gort ★
Crack
Might just split your jaw with a bat
Im spittin on the beat like im the cat in the hat
Scratch that im the cat with the gat
Bounce (uh)
Im inside of your house
With a belly full of chicken
In my pockets an ounce
Wow
Just tryna figure it out
I heard what you been talkin
You aint bout what you bout
Imma pop up out ya hamper with a million rounds
Nice shot
Settle down
M- my aim good
Rarely missin' her mouth
Blood stained sheets
Had to sleep on the couch
Stole a hundred billion dollars
From the back of the pouch
Ouch

★ chorus: aisle 9 ★
Runnin' through the city with a 40. in my pants
(my glock hold 30 lemme see them fuckin hands)
My cock so dirty, i aint never wash my hands
(i seen her at the bar, bitch where the fuck yo mans)