Lyrics:
diss me
No one can play hey, now tell me wha'ts next
Come here play he say (?)
I keep on havin' these flashes
Murder by the masses
Sick off human
Something is wrong here, something is terribly wrong (RUN, BOY!!!)
Something is terribly wrong
Stand by...
Something is terribly wrong
(RUUUUNNN!!!!) Just
I walk up in this bitch, I don't go through security
Bro got sitchi (let's go)
Damn lil' brodie, they caught him on camera
He shot and he missed
have to wait
You don't have to wait
We should go for a walk or even a jog
But I won't run away
gone up to meet him, cause the restaurant staff and the people who run the poetry were kinda like, oh, don't cause a disturbance, and he left, but fuck-
There's a government whip cracked across your back
Where the honor of the day is don't listen, attack
See the blood run down in your bushwhack town
mama occupied from nursing school, studying
He walk up to his room, playing tunes in headphones he got for Christmas
Stepping into other worlds through
that bum bum
When the beat go boom boom
Shake it, hey hey
You know you make me hot
Girl, shake it, hey hey
You know you run this spot
Girl, shake it hey
a tough guy, get your face messed up like on Vanilla Sky
used to be a super sized, now you're a small fry, aint got enough gas so I do a walk by
HEY! That
(let's go, uh)
You can run and hide 'til you die (uh)
We puttin' shit in the sky (walk him down)
Smokin' it all to the fire
Pull a DOA, nobody alive
Say, man, hey, man
Look here, man
I'm talkin' 'bout she thicker than oatmeal in a motherfuckin' freezer, man
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
She
Monday tuesday i'm gonna work so hard
Wednesday thursday hey, it don't seem so far
Fridays now they don't feel so blue
'Cause saturday I know i'm
Lemme hear you say "Hey Ms. Carter" (Hey, Ms. Carter!)
Say, "Hey, Ms. Carter!" (Hey, Ms. Carter!)
Give me some!
See me up in the club with
Lemme hear you say "Hey Ms. Carter" (Hey, Ms. Carter!)
Say, "Hey, Ms. Carter!" (Hey, Ms. Carter!)
Give me some!
See me up in the club with
Of the buffalo beat
Run for your life it's a panic town
Run for your life it's a panic town
No escape
Panic Town
No escape
Love My City.
Hey Girls - Better watch
the oppositions mad
Yeah
lost like 20 on a Monday
Run it up made it all again
Right by Sunday
(aye)
Poured a four up
Whip Tacoma like Toyota
(Skrt)
Skrt skrt in
don't spray shit
Feenin for success in the attic from the basement
Shorty said she single till that motha fuckin base bass hit
Follow me won't get hit by
enemy
Feudal Lord and Shinobi combination done got you weak
Monday Sunday in the knees, I don't even speak in Japanese
I had Lisa Jenny Diahee talkin'
Who wants to go next if they try to run shoot them at the door
it’s all about money and sex don’t move or you’ll die next i thought I told you
Lecture me 'bout tunnel vision, run on with your own style
(own style)
I ain't got no time for these niggas
(for these niggas)
Do my business
Spinning off
tipping double cup
Sipping prescription smoked out
Po'd up wait a
Minute nigga hold up
Only pull up wit
A pack of backwoods
I don't want that
Other roll up
GO!
Money talks bullshit walks that's my motive nigga (nigga)
Long hair don't care that's my fucking logo (My logo)
Slim version Rick Ross I'm so
Pass me that lovely little gun
My dear, my darling one
The cleaners are coming, one by one
You don't even want to let them start
They're
Pass me that lovely little gun
My dear, my darling one
The cleaners are coming, one by one
You don't even want to let them start
They're
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