Lyrics:
a waste yute
Spent five years trying to get my life on track
But you're still on my sacroiliac, trying to get back in my life
Why you acting so trife? Tryin
off first, we send 'em back, and make your dawg carry
They plan to kill us in they heart, they know they pallbearers
Pallbearers (they is),
manhood
You beat upon little boys in the hood
Oh - what you're man enough to kill in a drive-by
Drive by the White House and all you do is wave hi
While
your friends come around
She's the kinda ho that'll make you cry
The kinda ho you have to call before you come by
So why do you wanna kill when she says
They all gather 'round my teepee
Late at night tryin' to catch a peek at me
In nothin' but my buffalo briefs
I got 'em standin' in line
'Cause I'm
Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin
Lil' blood got
to leave these bitches you know!
I chase bread dog, I'm after the spread dog
The least you could do is give a nigga a lil' head dog!
Parked by marcy, this
And I ain't tryin' to gas ya up, I just call 'em how I see 'em
You know it makes me unhappy (What's that)
When brothas make babies, and leave a young
Lucy flies from the amber sky
like she’s never mine
Another Saturday night
Two more drinks she might die
She’s so sad but it’s alright
The skyline
Don't you feel me?
I'll take it, I'll take it
I'll drive through the night
Last minute flight in the morn'
Yeah
It might kill me
It bends and it breaks
a minute
Who's ready to have some fun?
Get up and take a lap and mingle
Love being single on a night like this, yea
So many beautiful young people
Woke up on a Saturday afternoon about two
With the hangover trying to cut my view
I've got the remedy, damn fool, last night was the bomb
Out with
Look, I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it
You ever need me for any reason, let me know
I got your back, I would die and kill for you
Don't
We true, thus known, hard times would pass through
Somebody told you, might be fiction/
Learn for self on ya own, kill contradiction/
Mesmerized by
guru off me with a crack head down his
Niggas blitzed by crack heads, I crack heads with my voters
Tryin' to get that tuna colder so I can stack up them
We do walk-ups with them glocks out, we don't drive by
Ain't no killer less you, look that nigga in the eyes
Locked up, sittin' in that prison,
You wanted him right
Live it up on a Saturday night
She’s getting high, Blackin out
Just livin the life
Just livin the life right?
You just livin
and it's hot
A day at the swap meet coppin' a fit
And the whip, get a shower and it's straight to the Strip
Yeah I cruise by passin' slow as molasses
All I
need another Case
But she got the biscuit and she keep it By her waist
Saturday it’s that date night
Weekly we play fight
She suck me off think I taste
issue what kills brain tissue
Scrollen reckless saturday night check list
Email my setlist why be sick with selfish
I'm allergic to shellfish barrels
right
Let me get hit from the pipe
Get a lil' turnt
I'll be dancin all night hey
(hahaha)
(That was)
(But thats what happened last Saturday tho)
(That
shit
Banging them beats like guts hit the kill switch
Saturday night no kids in the crib shiiiiittt
Pop that pussy like you've never done before shiiit
he knew to phone you here at my house
I told him three times
I had to kill that bitch out of B&B
Told her, girl, to smoke her by the door
Said, we
Any new car or face could mean bloodshed
Which led to the other night, I'm in my girl's Bug, right
I'm bout to hit the block to see who's chillin'
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