Lyrics:
reťaze
Aj tak niekde v stoke na bare ležíme s mojou crew
Koľkokrát je život cool, toľkokrát je život cruel
Na konciku mávam full, no po show sú všetci
the mission, make a hundred mill
Make it through the system
For my n****s, all my day ones
Put ‘em in position
Young V’s!
The army we the navy the militia
"The Meaning of Life" Part five
Live Organ Transplants
Don't (?) I'll get it
Yes? Hello, can we have your liver?
What? Your Liver?
There's
punishable by law
If you make more than half a million
You make over five hundred thousand a year
Sam want thirty-seven percent of that
Which is almost
The boat stopped moving. And we were stuck out on the sea.
There was no land in sight, and it started getting dark.
And we were surrounded by hundreds
Long live lil A man tmg
SLDM thats all I know all I know
Long live lil A man miss you my boy
SLDM thats all I know all I know
One hundred what I say
yeah we meet by the bay
Step to my face you have nothing to say
When it hit nighttime we turn up like day
Loan time is over we getting our pay
I take
Madman drive by ina uber
Ina bway brain bullet dive like scuber
Guns dem rav like school buss
Champion shooters lef bway body full ah holes
Madman
Puffin' on a zip a day, Just to take the pain away
I'm here to let my brain escape by laying lyrics on the page
Takin' six blunts to the face.Think I might
a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
And I cut my teeth
It's more nine hundred miles
Oh,
Finessin', finessin' (Straight up)
I can't go one day without finessin' (La Flame)
Finessin', finessin' (Bando)
I came up a hundred bands a week straight up
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
The younger me would probably think I was soft
But I look back at them days and I know I was lost, uh
Living life without a care in the world
So, how could I
the blues, blues, blues (Blue Hundreds)
Home girl countin' on the flow, (Hold Up)
Partna wit the drako by the door, (Hold Up)
Main bitch bangin' on my line,
that rental back
Couple hundred, tint it black
Tryna make a mil in it
I'ma let 'em shuffle when I cut it
Got to deal with it when I got it
Put my homies
1998,
We need authorization to land.
Major, major? Landing co-ordinations.
We are now ten seconds from touchdown.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5, double stacked that's a hundred grand
Rose
Imagine this breeze coming from the ceiling fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5
the air, see you cannot stop the rain, huh
Hit em in the stomach, 5-5-6 gon' feel the pain
He rep it gang, I rep my gang, huh, we the same thing
See I'm gon'
I’m the hardest i jus had to reel em in
Counting 20s 5s 10s 50s and 100s
dirty yunny That’s a lot of rubber bands
I’m self made nigga can’t get
schemin; tryin; to get over n****z like left an right lanes,
different day same s***, I ain't playin' b****,
n****z still got a rusty four-five wit
an right
lanes,
different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,
niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
you can get wit
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