Lyrics:
Taking out the target, ain't no collateral damages
I think by now if you don't like me then you never will
Sleeping through this fire like it's Benadryl
I didn't have the
Overwhelmed by the scent in the air
Could it be? Yes, yea, Ha ha
It was Startel The God Jamel, he had a bone
A blunt of that ill
I guess the money's all dried up
'Cause when I drive to work, the
Road is all broken
And the cars are on blocks
And the old man at the bus stop,
B-B-Beats by MB
Je chick is makkelijker dan klittenband
En ik neuk pussy's nooit met klittenband
Ik vertrouw ze niet, ze zijn als weerbericht
En als ik
Until the night he raped her
Followed her home
Pistol in her purse
Holdin' her own
Still haunted by the scent of his cologne
One in his dome, she
vets
Apartment block to the projects
All sick, used to cause wreck
Now bars spit got us on deck
It's that blood sweat, tree snow
All hustle, no
the laser
I shot the hoe bro like a taser
I'm high in the sky like a scraper
I twist up the gas by the acre
I drip too much sauce, I get too much flavor
drive by
Oh, boy your momma gonna cry, cry, cry, cry (Hmm)
Boy, ik leer je nu de les want dit is mijn side
Dus laat een, laat een jongen beter vrij
no remarks
Anuh China we get it from, a Vietnam Road
Block shot, gyal no stop gimme kiss by loads
And ah say, "I love you", a the Hot Skull code
opica
Poradím ti lifehack, znovu opiť sa (Ooh)
O tom, kto sme, nemáš šajnu
Grindujeme grindrov, Grind 'till I die
Hasan páli ganju, Hasan páli block
(Hit-boy)
Uh, I grew up in Norwalk
Hanging by the donut shop
Didn't have a car so we used to have to walk the block
I was only six years old, I
ti lifehack, znovu opiť sa (ooh)
O tom, kto sme, nemáš šajnu
Grindujeme grindrov, Grind 'til I die
Hasan páli ganju, Hasan páli block (kush)
I guess the money's all dried up
'Cause when I drive to work, the
Road is all broken
And the cars are on blocks
And the old man at the bus stop,
a fan of me
Looking at me crazy was pure insanity
Ten hours go by not panicking
I just sat there still like a mannequin
I was laughing they kept
Ain't got no time to be checking these hoes
Finish the pack, hit the block, where the dope
And the shit get to high, but it ain't for the low
From
Damn, enemy just hit the block with the Macs out
Boom, boom, boom, shots rang out, duck for cover
R.I.P. Joaquin, they shot him dead in front his mother
eating on my privates
I'm still keeping it in quiet (shh)
Man run up in the Fendi shop like I got never ending guap
Coming from a deadly block where
the hotel, make a grown girl go and wait by the door (Damn)
He said he's getting money but that's more lies
'Cause his watch cost the price of my .45
ain't no bird, that's just some pigeon time
I used to try and get hella fresh before visit time
I'm swimming by, bracelet and watch cost me sixty-five
Haroomzadeh
Bache boro kenar, haroomzadeh
Im Block aufgewachsen zwischen Gangstern und Huren
Keiner bringt Brüder und Schwester zum bluten
Wir sind Wölfe
want to run
Bad energy stay from me
Fake niggas make me uncomfortable
Go tell 'dem boy deh step aside
Can't you see the gangsters by my side?
Why's
with the pokers
If we catch an opp, we gon' slump 'em
In my city, they treat me like 2Pac
By myself, bitch, I'm ridin' with two Glocks
They tell me
halls and concrete blocks
In the cheap motel
The girl at the desk, she's learning guitar
Watching the faces, counting the cars
In the cheap motel
Build your towns higher now
You wish to block the sun
Push the weight upon the backs
Of those who cannot run
Take your money and leave it
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