Lyrics:
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
make e shot start ricochet
Biology da body affi get rearrange shoot with 1 hand me no shoot like me deh a range
Me no give a fk bun him skin by heaven
y'all
So drop to your knees
That's the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you're soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well
he snoopy
He got 2 jobs
Don't let me get robbed and don't let me get shot by no goofy
I dropped a check on these ye's
I can buy Nikes J's for you your
get loose, she tryna win
I beat her by the house, or beat her in
There's forty in the couch, I let her spend
When it costly, you better call in
E-40 and The Click wid it
He sucker MC better know about it
I make your girlfriend hoe about it
I make a muh'fucka know about it;
somebody better
it's just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have went and got E-40
Yeah, yeah what y'all wanna do?
What y'all wanna do? C-l, ip, s-e, n-e-r-d
What y'all wanna do?
My coke money's in cleaners
Give it a fresh rinse
mofe mo
Eni toba be Siru Awa
Awa ma sare je ko mo
Ama kala je yin e nile padawa
Teba ri wa E pe 911
E ti po to e lo po siwa
Ke pe forty Awa foti
I fit
on Instagram Live
Screen record him
Jugged a fat nigga from Cali
And he look like E-40
You at the gas station scraping
Up change for your 40
It costs fifty
on niggas so (what?) fuck Mr Whipple
If you live along my end, yeah baby girl I might tickle (c'mon)
I drink Gold E like Fred D drank the ripple
Word to God,
feels the same
Everything wey we get don fade away
One day one day go come
Life go sweet as e sweet before
Beauty is coming our way
Beauty is coming our
up some Olde E, but not a 40
Just a two-two of brew will do, so I can knock it out fast
To make the coldness last
And while you at man see
Force plane
Ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame
Ain't cha?
Through despair, I traipse, bakin' pies
Makin' cake
Hustling them E's and that
Force plane
Ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame
Ain't cha?
Through despair, I traipse, bakin' pies
Makin' cake
Hustling them E's and that
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
of hydraulics
Up and down, get a six-four, better know how to drive it
I'm drivin' on E with no license or registration
Heart racin', racing past Johnny
Nigga, come on, nigga, yeah
Take it to the house
Yeah, yeah, yeah Dub see, 40 Widah
D-Shot
I know ya in the movies and ya pager's goin' off
on that err, I'm on that E
Fast pace, my motion
Call on the dead, then he deceased, uh
Play wit' the potion
Forty-one on me, my wrist lookin' freeze
This is a parking lot pimping and bitches I Slap em' holla at my nigga - E-40
And we gap em' 20 inch couldn't fit - adapt to slap em'
Get tha matching
(YAYYYY!!!)
Greetings Earthly beings!
You have reached
The most entertaining
Radio station in the galaxy!
I go by the name of $eventeen
And you just tuned in
(911 dispatch) 911, forty reporting
(woman) hello 911, help me, help me
(911 dispatch) what is your emergency
(woman) there's someone in my house,
criminal minded, swift
D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit (fuck a biatch)
A couple o' notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke, cutthroat
crack the forty open (get 'em)
Cheers, get put in the trunk
That's my nigga Battlecat providin' the funk
That's the old world, I'm frontline from
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