Lyrics:
El chapo Diego
My feet cost a kilo que pasa this
Choppa this my bike I'm debo
They told me I'm losing they
Lost me like nemo
All my shooters shoot Uzi
to store in my flash drive
Didn't know how to save the image
Taught screenshot by the bloke next to me and my leased PC
At least three pieces, I got
I'm beauiful
These flasy cars ain't new to y'all, playboy
[Verse 3]
I got these niggas takling about this black-on-black Hummer
I scored that last
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think I'm a Cowboy Beamer M3 and they sitting on some alloys
Black Boy King, diamond ring, and you know it bling Moving right to left, hypnotized by
milliemeter white noise television
Fucking 3am gotta wonder if the roach was
Invented in my kitchen shut the fuck up
Don't wanna hear that shit backwards
With
a dirty dented black and silver car around
I rarely go for walks my feet don't ever touch the ground
I let myself lose sleep each night just to lay there
had the Chrysler Fifth Avey
Hustlers on the blocks cars were aero-dynamie
With ghetto paint jobs, Mango M3s
Seventeen inch B-Bs riding tough
I'mma whoop it like free
Have a pint, have a liter
This that dirty sweet tea
By three, I was just tryin' to grind on a G
Mane same time that Dr dre said
and I beat and I crash
X my car, three times out, now he can rest in peace
King of the Gods won't stop at my feet, shots through his lungs and now he
I gotta get this shit by any means
223 bullets for the enemies
Niggas talking like they really want the smoke
Chopper like a bitch yeah it's finna
dogs
'Bout 7 bikes
Ain't been taking my own advice
I'm telling 'em you gotta live
Get out and have fun with yo friends
But I be in the bed by like 10
I
like we both riding bikes
We could stroll til the streetlights light your eyes
We can go til the beat
Hit the soles of your feet
And you'll know it was
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
cha doin' on your ass?
Watchin' the cars pass
Pat your feet on the concrete
And go get my money woman
[Unverified]
yo office
Bump this in the whip
Make that motherfuckin' car shake
Onions in the VIP
Smoke a zip by the bar plates
Fuck a nigga bitch every week that's
want it
We want it. Let's do it
You want it? I want it
We want it
Only black face in a bar full of whites
The only muther* in a car on bike night
I
this gun point is holes, my nigga
Stayin' on my feet, no tappin' on my toes, like Moses, nigga
I told the cops that my car is too fast to pull over,
your dad
Two three four
Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh
I just wanna dance
Keep both my legs movin'
I'll through my two feet
So they will not stick
And I just
Uh, you already know kracka gone snap ima eat this shit up
Uh, uh, hold on
Ayy, I said, stop the car for fucking me
Yeah, you know I'm finna hawk you
got dat)
Money (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
Niggaz (Get shot at)
[Verse 2:]
I know you heard to me that beef ain't nothin but a word
Verse One:
Seven in the morning, standing in the line
three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine
two in the back of me sucking on a joint
somehow exhausted.
Three windows took up one side of the dining room, with a steadily murmuring radiator underneath. Enamel paint curled away from
out 'cause I need to get a higher score
And I really need a new car
My shit from '93 and it don't even start
At least I got my guitar
Even though I
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