Lyrics:
they have become mentally paralyzed
With hits that I devise
Now I testify, the rest is I
Rebel INS, Your Highness
Blessed to electrify with
wife
Yah yah
If I copp you by the store
Bitch you know I gotta score
You know I hit it by the front
At the back I fuck these hoes
I wanna marry
You
man?
I said hey what's up, man
Aw, he must didn't hear me I know
Nah, nah I'm just sayin'
Man I got my, my album, man
I really would appreciate
That if
had a lady
I just be hop in the car we going back to the eighties
You already know got a blick by my side just incase
I got whole lotta money with
And my shit gon' be remember
That gon' be the fucking plan
Drive by with my car
Blow em' down
Drive by with my whip
With them rounds
Bust into that
Tell me why you tryin' dodge me
This is not no fucking Challenger
I imagine her right by my side like 30 caliber
You know I had to fasten her
In that
nigga I deposit part fuck saving or by no Keller we supplied and rap nigga same five don't
let me get on my car don't let me get on my car you hit the big
attemptin me
I'm A to the average be , respiratory??, fruit chevy, H-IC, my lyrics hit like HIV
Spray by me, state patrol, murder comes like day to me,
cake car)
Big moves when the bricks move
Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown
Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (yup)
dropped the bitches off now I'm
Off to my uncle house
Stopped by the liquor store
Nothing but the thugs out
White tees and Chucks
One nigga hit me up like
Once I dated an actor, she was working on a play
By opening night, we had nothing left to say to each other
We hit the wall, it was not resilient
She
the chips
See law ain't no good unless two dice hit
Hate me even if I didn't ice my shit
Fuck niggas, make that money and lots of it
Sold four million
White people got you believing just 'cause I'm tellin' a nigga
To stop getting his head kicked in by the police
To take the gun he would use to shoot
when you jumpin
From one car to another
Call this prison talk, But one squad will send that thunda
Hit you like lightning, Leave you with an aftershock
til he ran into a batter boy
Imma do a hit by myself no codefendent
Moving like I'm signed young boss still independent
Life give you lemons mine came
come on, put on the boxing gloves
People call me an artist on the canvas 'cause I draw blood
That's what's up with the shit I maneuver
Hit
Throw em up, jump for me,
Throw em up, jump for me,
Jump for me, throw em up.
(Romeo)
Yo, My name is romeo and I'ma bout to hit you wit a platinum flow,
thrustin this out my car
Shit better be hard, ghetto celebrity star
Smoke 'dro out of jelly jars
Boss to be fraud, catch me at the telly with broads
Havin
and clara nigga
I get ya, I wet ya, I told ya
Niggas still can get hit and run from that shit
Trying to get to a save havan where he can die at, where he can
texting, small talk
Left twenty minutes ago
Still sitting outside in the car
Shawty hit me when you get off
(Hit me when you get off)
Come straight
some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin', Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
"It's all about makin'
A big car come fast down the boulevard
Spider stood caught in its headlights
Got hit and went down hard
Car sped away Spider held his stomach
Limped
the Maybach,
Throwin' money out the roof muthafuck the brake pads.
Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs,
(Speed) Speedin' (speed) I'm Speedin',
I can't stop,
to me it's a blue car
So Branson pass me a jar
Cause these cats done went too far
One phone call send two cars
And still get searched by security
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