Rifle(Bae)
YTP
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Tonight, you pukes will sleep with your rifle You will give your rifle a girl name Because this is the only pussy, you people are going to get Your days of finger banging Old Mary Jane Rottencrouch Through her pretty pink panties, ARE OVER You are married to this piece This weapon of iron and wood And you will be faithful Uh huh uh huh Yea CHORUS This my rifle This my gun This for real And this for fun When i lust trust i bust my gun When i rush trust you better run(x2) VERSE 1 Eeverybody wit me Gangsta what Rep yo set and throw it up Still drunk and want more in my cup Break it down and roll it up Hold it down and live it up R I P Pimp C and pour it up People say i wouldn’t make it but so what Trust I bet I bust It’s a must that I stay faithfull Stablle Able Not to graze you Or to break you But to make you Girl You know Imma save you Times two What you wanna do It’s just me and you Take it to the next level Glad you some metal You should get a medal Finger fuckin’ you girl i gotta be careful Iron and wood Feels so good Get it Understood No carpet I ride leather and wood In yo hood Cuz I could You just mad cuz you wish you could Chi-Town east coast Hollywood Trust none fear none misunderstood But it’s still all good Cuz I’m still all good If you superstitious then knock on wood Rifle Snipe you Cuz i don’t like you Never could i be Americans Idol Now people telling me I Wanna be like But realize I am yo rival Just like this Never could you be Just like me YTP Got Rizzi on the beats And you know I let both of them thangs skeet CHORUS This my rifle This my gun This for real And this for fun When i lust trust i bust my gun When i rush trust you better run(x4) VERSE 2 It’s ashame How i bring the pain How i make it rain I confused you lame I got the fame But ain’t much changed I’m still the same I’ll remain the same BANG Living life in the fast lane Whats yo main purpose Is it worthless Are you helpless or hopeless Moody or bogus Be cautious when ya nervous I deserve this Everything that I got Won’t stop Cuz I rock Way more than hot At the front door don’t you hear the knock And you know I pimp hoes in the parking lot A round of applause They asking what happen That cromed out duck tape that gets to clappin’ My fingers is snappin’ On the dice never crappin’ My wings steady flappin’ I’m grippin’ and grabbin’ The bitches I’m stabbing Snitches I’m cappin’ The beats I’m rapping Money I keep trappin’ Baby mommas be jappin’ The babies be nappin’ The trees I stay tappin’ Never slackin’ In my mackin’ No slippin’ In my tippin’ Only Big Pimpin’ Like Mike without Pippen No I’m not trippin’ A lil drippin' When I’m sippin’ Stop Look and Listen Not to mention cuz I’m dissin’ Haters fakers Cuz tricks end up missin’ Back on a mission Cuz i really gotta get it If I don’t then I’m really gon miss it Shot to kill is the way I spit it That’s why I just say Spit yo game Talk yo shit Grab yo gat Call yo clique When I grab my gun a.k.a. my dick When I grab my rifle that’s yo wig CHORUS This my rifle This my gun This for real And this for fun When i lust trust i bust my gun When i rush trust you better run(x4) VERSE 3 Bullets don’t kill people People kill people What does it equal Evil people We as the people Need to help our people Be there for our people Cuz POWER in the people Now Listen To what I have to say People die everyday From the Chi to LA My rifle name BAE From New York to the Bay She never have much to say And we don’t play No looks in the face But she stay by my waist Close to my side Even when we ride On that drive(Lake Shore Drive) Gettin’ high Observing everything as time goes by I pray to a spirit and not to a sky And my limit been way past the sky Don’t reach for the stars jump past the sky To see ones soul look in one eyes No lies Tell ya within what lyes A person that lies I despise Chances and tries I’m that guy to fly to where you at and say how I feel eye to eye No lie No sticks and stones cuz my words will make ya cry No lie it’s on cuz I said so Now listen sit back and take off ya coat Don’t f*ck up my cash-flow If you do Imma act an asshole If you really just wanna know So feel this Cuz it’s the realist So drop back be cool before you get hit If niggas want you Then you and yo fam is the ones they will get So feel this Cuz it’s the realist It’s real shit Ah ah CHORUS This my rifle This my gun This for real And this for fun When i lust trust i bust my gun When i rush trust you better run(x4) And you already know In case ain’t know It’s YTP
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