Blessed - Hot Sugar, Big Baby Gandhi

Big Baby, bow before greatness

Your boy bolts

Being blessed by geishas

Bring it back to basics, basically I blaze shit

Boochie brown bitches burning in my basement

Booties bounces, bobbling, ballsacks

Best believe I be by shoulders like a backpack

Breathin' in her butt, bein' blessed like I just sneezed

Bring it to her belly, her back is where I bust seed

Lemme backtrack please, government or whoever

Don’t want you, know nothing

But keep your heart, keep it close like your cousin

Or your children

Occupy Zuccotti Park, don’t forget that Gandhi’s smart

'times I say stupid shit, but I’m not a narc

Lotta heart, got love for my people

Refills of e pills, you know how the weed feels

I wanna see mills, females on my neck like sprewell please chill (please chill.)

Illuminati on my mind, soul and my credit card charged so hard, the black bar

fell off

Just like your favorite rapper, they all so soft

Bottle zoloft and a half gram of oxy

Mean muggin' so hard, say «damn, man could rob me.»

Van Damme your posse, damn man that’s Gandhi