Chuck Paradi$e - Tom Cruise Lyrics

Two boxes of mike and ikes a honey bun and a bev
I heard death was bittersweet, I keep a gun in the bed
Wit one in the head, where you want it, stomach or leg
The dot cutting through your scalp like it's gum in your dreads
I want the chicken
If it ain't bout money the phone clicking
But if we talking bread I'm taking calls long distance
You can get anything you want with persistence
But keep talking shit you gone lose your existence
You want the smoke
You ain't even gotta ask for it
I hit my shooters, them bullets come out in fast forward
I smack boys, used to punch on niggas
Post up with the Glock, Tim Dunk on niggas
Kim Kardashian bullets, I'ma dump on niggas
You got me f*cked up like Donald Trump on liquor
I put the pain in, now I got stain in (Ha)
Do them haters dirty then I pour a little Gain in
Stepping on they neck until it's snap on the pavement
Your people's getting shot, for they get to make a statement
Bad bitch throw it back like a trick shot
Bad bitch throwing racks in her flip-flops
Bad bitch spin your block in the backseat (spin the block)
I'm savage, rip a opp like crab meat
That's finito, never be a sequel
You financed a repo my wine glass is Clicquot
Gumbo in my roll up, filet mignon and pinot
Cigars at the casino, I take off with my migos
You won't see the big picture if you get the trailer
Gon' make me put you somewhere where nobody can smell ya
Tom Cruise
Speeding down the lane in a six speed
Tom Cruise
Shootouts with the gang make the grip steam
Tom
Cruise