Lyrics:
I keep two killas with me
Keep two bitches with me two guns with me
Y'all know who I be, I
Be that pretty motherfucker, man
Man this the birth
up inside her...again
Well crack the whip
'Cause that bitch is just insane
I'm serious
She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down
She's pretty
and it became a joke
We just needed more and more fulfillin', uh-huh
Time went by and it all went up in smoke
But check it out
She's pretty tied up
Well that's somethin' I gotta see
Is it how my chain swings, tired of ma face
Tellin' lies getting niggas wives tied up and raped
Similar to tha mob
The show gun with Shogun to testify
To show somethin'
We hold somethin' that electrifies
N-1 L-B, no one left behind, pause it
Where I grew up in the world
til the grave
I hold it down just to keep my place
Cause she got my mind tied up in her ways
Pretty Diana
hoe's hold
Keep it in them working, In case I'm legal searching
They got worship god, and trust the gun
Ask for your forgiveness, and send n****z up
of Rose's I ran, out where the horses were tied
I picked a good one; he looked like he could run
Up on his back and away I did ride
Just as fast as I
thing I know you were in my
T-shirt right there
Your hair messed up like a Guns-N-Roses video
Ooh ooh so hot
Still got it up in my head, you were
thing I know you were in my
T-shirt right there
Your hair messed up like a Guns N' Roses video
Ooh ooh so hot
Still got it up in my head, you were
nigga infiltrate
He end up being undercover
Now everybody going down
This shit bigger than Nino Brown
And Conceited, I never liked you anyway
Pretty
gun!
Oh, one time
Oh, two times
Oh, three times
Oh, four times
And I never got the chance to apologize!
So baby girl, these are the roses
I picked them
but they dragged him by his arm
They took him upstairs
His mum was tied up in the flat to a chair
Soon as he saw, man he rushes over there
I swear
Why you look confused motherf***er? This is war
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****, uh
Yeah n****
Bust my gun all by myself
niggers even stay that's why we pour a liquor for the grief of dead, we miss you
The will receive guns'n'roses, and from me you need a bunch of roses
the back door of Rose's I ran,
Out where the horses were tied
I caught a good one; he looked like he could run,
Up on his back and away I did ride.
Just
down
N***a
N***a what you know bout killas
Some N***a body count tied up godzilla's
Some N***a are apes some others gorillas
Some Niggas have so many
up stick, and we blow them away (Blaow)
YSG, we don't play, like Debo Friday (Brrrt)
Ca cash cash cash cash (Woo)
Red rari, Ferris Bueller
Rose gold,
u took risks before,
Unworthy might rip u off
Clips just to stick u up
Run me ya heart pretty Rose
Shoot up ya club and ya belly might grow start
I remember I ain't have s***
Now I'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick
Gotta watch my back, these n****s hating on a young n****
Stand up
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
Nothing's forever I forecast then foreclose
An illusion what I'm
Hook x3
[Big Chan]
I'm still the greatest
I'm pretty
I'm still the greatest
[Layzie Bone]
And I'ma bad man
[Big Chan]
Hot child in the city
concealing the shit
4 gun cases, I'm still with the shit
Backlit, wood wheel when I whip
Got her right up on my lap, that's a real nigga risk
And then feel
Red roses were her favourite, her name was also Rose
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows
The year he died, the roses were
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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