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Still i’m hoping none of my homies is dead for me

Touch mine we go to war my gun roar
Swing another bottle you pussy you done for
50 shades of red when

The balance is preserved by
The snails climbing the santa Monica cliffs
The luck is in walking down Western Avenue
And having the girls in a massage

smart mouth that I can’t stand
She can’t keep her eyes off me I think she ina trans
40 got my trousers hanging she yell pull up them pants 
Jump the gun

mad as hell I fucked her good, now we don't talk a lot
By the time the boys go and get a warrant, it's at another spot
Yeah, this at another house,

throne (Nigga)
By all means

Let me at 'em, let me go
(Let me at 'em let me go migo)
And I'm willing to bet that all kings
Will bet they crown

Ass Whoop

The Dayton Family

Family Feud

him
Put him in the spot,
Now watch 40 Dayton niggas stomp him
I play for more then keeps
So if we beef, then bitch don't sleep
'cause I hit your block

tact do you
Mean it from the heat
Made her pussy fart
Now it's push to start
Left you in the dark
I'm on a raceway
To a better life
With a big 40 in

stripped
Over my big sis, I done let it drip
You bitches posting with them guns but, y'all don't ever pop shit
How you a shooter bitch, but you ain't

Cheese)
When I'm with my boys
Gun in her purse case a nigga plottin'
She treat it like it's a stranded island
X marks the spot baby I'm a find it
Tell me do

Cheese)
When I'm with my boys
Gun in her purse case a nigga plottin'
She treat it like it's a stranded island
X marks the spot baby I'm a find it
Tell me do

life
Hooping on the corner of Leath, while the OGs getting it in
Walking pit bulls owned by Pistol Pete we was youngins then
I was different, tried

Ugh
Got the A.R. by the door
40 on my lap
.380's with my b****
Yeah she know about that
And the dogs keep barking, cause the snaps keep coming
D-rugs

Ugh
Got the A.R. by the door
40 on my lap
.380's with my bitch
Yeah she know about that
And the dogs keep barking, cause the snaps keep coming
D-rugs

It's that trap gun toting
Blunt smoking in the game
There's no ref going to officiate
What these niggas are really spraying
You can be a stander-by

See I hate those niggas who talking that trash trash trash 
Trick little bitches they head got them gassed gassed gassed 
Yeah put a 40 yard dash in

Before I was twenty-one
My country sent me off with a gun
To fight a war in a hot and far-off land.
Against a people who’d never done me no harm
They

Gelato
Niggas pussy and opp niggas follow
They know it's forty-one ways to get paid
I got a baddie, she look like Mulatto
Wit' the legs drinkin' Henny, no

loud and clear
Ain't nothing but dope fiends
Bums and red rum you ain't got a gun
Better run when them niggas come
Swear to God I wake up every morning

was a hired gun 
Wanted in Kansas City by the law

Then one day a tall man came riding cross the badlands
That lie to the north of New Mexico 
He was

Why Don't You Love Me Anymore?

John Grant

Pale Green Ghosts [Two-LP] [Bonus Disc]

2013

I don't know that much about guns
But I feel like I've been shot by one
I am ashamed cause I don't know myself right now
And I am forty three

loaded
Mixin' up this paper like we
Mixin' up the batter
Shit, I fuck her once and I
Forget a nigga had her
Juliet on Sunday, toolie for the gun play

Your blood
My water
Ill taste
Disorder
Ill rape 
Your face
I am 
Your father
Ill take
You give
Create
Ruin
I Shoot
You run
Your face
My gun

Dead

How much
Forty three thousand fully equipped
That all
Machine gun turrets extra
We in Carrera 911's when my posses on Broadway
Top down baby cause we

it because she wanna run the world
Or street with curls
Bottle hits like I'm Earl
Riots in the heart of city of angels
Pointing out the guns