Lyrics:
to hell
So she came over and I let her inside
Went into my bedroom and I took her for a ride
And the cock, black and copper's just had to come around
It's like an adrenaline rush
I got heaven up in my ride Sacred peace
Know these devils tryna slide Pray for me
I got pressure on me
No weapon shall
the people
Who let that man in the booth
To lie to these people
I will serve your abuela and tío
No matter where I see you, I will leave you
Not going back
slide
Anton down to ride ride
Still ain't let go of my fucking pride pride
Me and Robbie slid on this whole project (project)
Like Alloblunt is some
let the bitch go
I go hard, I go nuts, I go schizo
And now they wanna copy me like ten-fo'
Uh, I can't stop, I won't stop
I got the pistol on me, I
town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I
take the hit maybe a bribe or two
All I'm saying with these words, I would ride for you
Girl I'll even cry with you
Hand over your pain
I'll endure it
(Caught up, I'm locked up but they can't stop us)
They won't let me out
Visitation no longer comes by
Seems like they forgot about me
Commissary is
of cigs
A fresh one hanging from her lips, a beer between her legs
She rides down to the river, and meets with all her friends
The road goes on forever
of cigs
A fresh one hanging from her lips, a beer between her legs
She rides down to the river, and meets with all her friends
The road goes on forever
you a loan cause child support won't leave you alone
The female's death strangle screaming out let's tango
With two of these square ass niggas who
with them bitches nigga I tame mine
Strap her down with two bricks and straight put that bitch on a train ride
If she ain't about that cheddar I give
my dirt all by my lonely so I know who told
2 4 6 8
Prolly sip my drank straight
Quarter mill half a mill whole meal
Ay ay
Gucci Louis Prada my
straight thang
I'm straight thang
I use to ride the IndyGo
To the dollar fifty show
Back row and I'm getting throat
Brookside school 54
By the bandos peeking
Let the pistol sing
Make him do the dance
Since he wanna feel like Hercules
And I got a kinky bitch
Tie her up by her knees
Then I swing my dick
And I
don't envy yall
Ain't no beat gonna let me fall
Ride it and I ride it good... wrecking ball
Deadliest assassin, yea, I f*** it up with a passion
Got
down the aisle
Made a vow dat' dis 4-ever...
And you my baby...
I'm out chere' movin'
in deez streets krazy...
Drinkin' liquor by the fifth
Gettin' 2
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
deluded kim wannabe you just hate to admit it
I’m the Blueprint you aint nothing brand new
check ya posters and videos, you’ll always be number 2
I seen ‘em
don't even stand up for yourself, let alone by my side
You don't even dap up all my bro's, you ain't even hug my mom
How you supposed to be my ride
and closer and closer
By the time this night is over.
Lets take a slow and easy ride
Just lay back, and let love take us over
Theres magic here with you
not by her side
You only made her cry. you were her ride or die
Tears drippin down her eye, you were not by her side
She was 13 when she met you
She
Intro: (50 Cent)
(Two street kids now men, its sad it had to end this way, But before i go into that...lets start from the begining....)
Intro: (50
So on my knees, I scream and pray
Lord, I need another blessing
Need them blessings two by two
Hold on let me get it I'm blessed ha-choo
Put your
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