Lyrics:
Bill, three is gonna break out
The stylee, me and P E T E
Embark on a mission that's deadly, break out the ammo
Aiyyo Sammo, hook up the beat
And I'll
Tryna break the dice game with Man and black Hollywood
I meant Hollywood black
How could I mistake that
C-Rock balling in the back
Zale rolling up
know was get out and get it
I stay on the grind all night â¬"til my feet go numb
Blowinâ¬" moâ¬" weed than Cheech & Chong
Livinâ¬" by the motto: To each
break down the dank and roll up that shit
Light the motherfucker, take a fat-ass hit
My fingers all sticky from the residue
Don't fuck with me, I won't
larger in balls
You would think by any means that I might've grew up
But I just kind'a blew up, as as entitled screw up
And many people would look at me
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm
matter
It's only how you cut it jungle, jivin'
Great high fivin' up on your feet
Scrape you off the chair
Shake your boogie now
Shake ya boogie shake
stare at the sun
And you'll be looking in my eyes, homie
Stand for something or fall for anything
And you working with two left
Feet at the skating rink
never gonna stop Reading
S3 wo y3 ah y3 b3 ka
Wany3 y3 b3 ka
Fear not, never, never stop baking
Only jah go fi break you
So better keep riding daily
meanwhile your feet mushing
Into the ground drop something so profound the heats cooking
Up in the kitchen listen man I got my deep hooks in yeah
Ya gotta
ignore!
V25 Group
(and individual lines by each)
1/2 group 1 & 2
Agreed…
1/2 Group 3 & 4
Here here
All Group
I say we finally ignore
1/2 Group 1 & 2
the fuck
Muthafucka could be located nigga could be touched
I'll stab ya ass up
And its up by the cut
I keep my rees(reeboks) strapped on tight
My
on the police
Take it down for a man did a call the police
And I'm up now, sitting in the gutter
Rolling back down if I had to cover upper
Three hundred,
goes by and I begin to grow
Not in height but juice and cash flow
I pick up my feet and begin to watch TV
'Cause now I got other people working for me
Throw your hands up in the air
And wave like you just don't care
Say, you deserve a break today
Oh yeah, work that body, work that body
Make
it how that cancer take you, that shit had me feelin different
I remember you got smaller rubbin on your feet
Mommy get high pressure ain no salt up in
health
Ignore the mirror
Don't observe the cold feet
The truth come nearer
Preserve freshness when we meet
Wanna break free
Gonna take three
Two too many
By someone
Less crazed
Who you can praise
I'm tired of living
A constant lie
Trying to push
To feel alright
Hitting a high
That I can't rely
and only but...
All I was was just a runner up
Hoping you would fall in love
Maybe if you noticed all the smaller stuff
It's not a game but you know that you
ain't break a sweat
Why... Am I giving up
Yeah
Why... Am I giving up
I wanna throw in the towel
But it's barely wet
I wanna take a shower
But I ain't
Vikings
Three of my classmates would have had to be injured
Before I could enter the game
If our number one quarterback heaven forbid, were laid flat by
of equations
Are you ready?
I was gonna break off
From the rest of the pack
As a matter of fact
And it's a little bit fucked up
That I've been failing at that
take no breaks
Yeah he gon shoot you in yo face
Keep more halos than an angel
I'm tryna get the bag ion care bout being famous
Jump inside the streets by
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