Lyrics:
smooth as a hermit's cell;
Each with a tale to tell,
Could my Love but attend as well.
Dearest, three months ago!
When we lived blocked-up with snow,
When
Throw Ya Hood Up
When you out at the club
Surrounded by thugs, bouncing the Dub, just
Throw Ya Hood Up
When you ain't in yo hood
Right when them
I woke the beast without a plan
Out of ammo and no stones left to cast
Empty handed I ran
I'd call down lightning
But I'm too scared of the flash
sold a record
He wont a brick I told him meet me by the checker
I sack a pound up before I sold a raptor
He want a bet I told him meet me by
on every Weekend!
Fighting for every beating and murder that's ever heard of
Load up the helicopters, no need for no teleprompter
I wrote these verses in
When you see me walking up and down the street
Up and down on my two bare feet
I don't get bothered by the things you say
It's been a while since
the holes bleed
My rag always red, like when them hos bleed
Now that's cold bleed, no I mean cold blooded
And I'm so southern, that's why
My leather so
Filling bags up with cops
I'm in a six tre rag
And bitch it drag when it drop
13's and I drive em
Soak up my rag it ain't sock
I keep a 4-4 mag
And when I'm
sleep
I pray my deaf brother don't run into the police
'Cause you tellin' him to put his hands up, he can't hear, ain't goin' for deceased
These rookie
printed (One)
And still I NFA on these bitches (One)
Still en route rags to riches (Su su su su)
Still fly out the ride stick in my hand looking like I come
Camaro, and violet red with the rag
Camaro, ultraviolet red, red with the rag
Ten hands of drag, draggin' with the queen
Tickle that queen, man, flexin'
Hey,
What The Fuck You Lookin' At Man?
My Rag, My Flannel, Or The Club In My Hand,
Well Here Go Ahead,
Take A Closer Look..
(BANG) Ehh! (BANG) Oohh!
change the world
By opening your legs
Well it isn't very hard
Try kicking them instead
And you thought you could change his mind
By changing your perfume
the boss
And watch that young nigga in the cut
With that rag throwin 'em up
Cause he ain't got shit to live for
And get my lighter off the dresser, among
nigga in the cut
With that rag throwin 'em up
Cause he ain't got shit to live for
And get my lighter off the dresser, among the pressure
rappers can
You can't hang and you're fallin' fast
You rappers that's trash better dash and start haulin' ass
Cause I'm out to rag shit
Fuck up a show,
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
who looks in my eyes
Sees my lies my faults and loves me enough to die
Gray hellscape will I ever see paradise
Cast down my rags and be lifted up
If You hadn't been there
No I wouldn't be here
It's Your love for me God
You have cast out my fear
Who stands up for me
And who's there to fight
why you got to keep
The game on the shelf and by all means
Look out for your legitimate work
So let me put you up on the scoop
Because suckers like
closer? (Closer, closer, closer)
By the cold and religious, we were taken in hand
Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad
Strung out behind us,
rag drop, and the west had it locked
Everybody doing 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
Like "damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs,
I can start dippin'
Lay back, seat recline, they notice the hand
Car movin' slow, driven by the invisible man
Everything on the dash, digital
To keep you loving me
And its just to much for me
To not have you by my side
Cause no matter what your going through
You know that I'm gon' ride yea
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