Lyrics:
in the breeze, suicide
With my friend
By my side, the gun is imaginary
The knife's downstairs and I have to carry
When I pick the shit up
It’s gone,
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
by like "there he go"
I fit the description,
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me,
Real Dade County Nigga!
It's that little chico Pitbull
Pitbull slash Q-Bon
Yo
One time for Heavy Management, Baja Pantie
Them 6 - 7 Boys
Welcome to Miami where them boys used to touch tourists on a daily
Pitbull slash Q-Bon
Yo
One time for Heavy Management, Baja Pantie
Them 6 - 7 Boys
Welcome to Miami where them boys used to touch tourists on a daily
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
To the devil on the crossroads in a bottle while he pissed
By the railroad that's why trains ride the rails but still miss
It be the best people on the street
to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all that red
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
room, a baby in need
Of some Pampers and some food and place to sleep
That plus a black Cadillac on Ds
Is what keep him on track to be a great MC
full of them A-rabs
They blowin' the shit up like it's okay
I got a bomb on my waist I'm Kamikaze (*laughing*)
I dare Ds to get next to me
(Lloyd
Yeah once again in this ho
Freestyle ace bitch stop hatin
It ain't nothin
Hopped up two times, down toward Lufkin
Stage show in Alabama, maybe hit
and throw the Funkytown sign
I'm on that other level, a coffin and a shovel
?Fly? down to put yo ass, before you meet the Devil, the metal
Penalties I pay by
What's the business hoe? Freestyle H
Bitch stop hating in ain't nothing
Popped up two times down to what? Lufkin
Stay showing up in Alabama
Maybe
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
rubbed
Get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit-faced-ed
Pasted, plastered, puke, drink, throw up
Get a new drink, hit the bathroom sink, throw up
Wipe
when you hear it
The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring
Luda throw some grapes on these peasants
These bitches throwing rose
rubbed
Get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit-faced-ed
Pasted, plastered, puke, drink, throw up
Get a new drink, hit the bathroom sink, throw up
Wipe
You are African-American
And myself and my friends don't care for the company of African-Americans
Quite frankly, we're entertained by you
We're
drink Im bout to throw up
Throw up
Now let me hold up hold up
Let me hold up hold up
I think I drunk too much drink im bout to throw up
Niggas
Brody got pulled by the Ds
And I kept it calm
But this bitch tried to show off
I told her baby u crazy
Then looked at my mans
Like we droppin this
(Ghosty)
(I Love Chris Rich)
Uh
Blick got double D's
(Uh-Huh)
Yeah, Yeah
Blick got double Ds
Look
But don't play wit these
Nina on my hip, these
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
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