Lyrics:
live for the funk, make the trunk jump
Get the gun, let the fun run, say whats up
Say I live for the funk, die by the drum
Say I live for the funk, die
a flimsy blouse
But now we're gentrified
In our civil war house
Safe as a painting
By Currier and Ives
Baby our love song must survive
So I still
lines are arse like a sign of stretch marks and you
Always ask for an arc, answers always Noah
Two by two, I take them all down because it's
Deux contre
How they steady throwin shots
But they can't load up the gun
How come every word i write is
Bout the weight of a ton
How this finna be ya favorite
raps cause you never saw me with a gun
You want me post a picture on my IG With that blicky lil nigga, you dumb
Soon as they know a nigga always
Down and out i'm on the run
The man is gone i need a gun
I'm a slave to ya song
When he's right the world is wrong
I been down since the last leap
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
Boys know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
remember, I'm still a guy
I'll pour out my heart
Hold your hand in the car
Write a love song that makes you cry
Then turn right around knock some jerk
warned, You either step or get stepped upon
Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song
Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin' "It's on!"
Try to Wu
warned, You either step or get stepped upon
Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song
Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin' "It's on!"
Try to Wu
the ruler came
With a cooler name
Make ya dance and prance and draw the fans to stage
Name is Run my son
Number one for fun
Not a gun that's done and get done
scum that ruined your daughter would be suffering this very day.
And if by chance an honest man like yourself should make enemies, then they will become
chasing the charger I'm flooring the hemi
I was in school trying to make me a song in dentition
I must've claimed her if I ever bought her some inches
I'm
no other fucking name
And do this all by myself ain't nobody that can claim
Said I only make music for me not whoever booming it
I do this cause I love
her
D I V A she's a diva
Play my songs through the speakers
My treesha want to see what these drugs do
Her ex got a gun we got guns too
I pray that's
the Empire State
The home of that Time Magazine new face
Metropolis of the world, I'll show you where I come from
by how the cash stack, and how I make a gun
side
Know that we ready to die
Sing your last song for the night
See me when I ride
Got my bitch right by my side
Know that we ready to die
Sing your
Percocet help me get a plume (Pop it)
Vibe to my song if you're feeling doomed (It dig)
Vibe to my song if your heart is boomed
Shot by my gun slat see you
What happen when god die?
That flag better be at half mass when 'Bron die
This song is brought to you by Dahlia Black Cigars
The Rapture is coming
Wait,
motherfucking gun
I deserve to be pumped full of lead
For all the shit I've done
I ruined your whole life
Like I thought you ruined mine
It was my fault
snort some white
Blunts, guns, out in the sun
I'm too stoned to choke a bitch
Slap a bitch, smack a bitch
Mix heroin with Special K
Stop by Kindergarten
snort some white
Blunts, guns, out in the sun
I'm too stoned to choke a bitch
Slap a bitch, smack a bitch
Mix heroin with Special K
Stop by Kindergarten
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