Lyrics:
themselves just thinkin we rhyme alike
How would you fight me I'm like ten families strong
Manipulation by song relate to it niggas
Henny on the rocks toast
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
a smile on your face 'till the New Year
Hello, this is Woody. And we've got a little song for ya. Merry Christmas
1, 2, 3, 4
Hi ya, Merry Christmas
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
Nobody's guidance so I decided to sleep by the do'
Open my mind try to slip inside my grandpa's fo'
Drifting off into another stage of life
Nigga paid ya
a plate?
What’s the point of this success without a struggle in the race?
And I’ll be damned If I’ma let another fucker pave the way.
Ima do this for me
voice
But I brought two friends along
And next on the mic is my
Man Hank come on, Hank, sing that song:
Check it out, Well
I'm Imp the Dimp the ladies
Ya heard me?
Ah
Youngin tryna put that blick on somethin' (Baow)
Youngin steady tryna hit at somethin' (Boom, baow)
I been tryna tell him not
the nine
I'll murder ya man, come back with his shines
I tote two guns, I don't care if you box, I don't care if you blind
I spit in your eye like niggas
Eighteen and over
(Come) [repeat in song]
Eighteen and over, I wants to bone ya (Yeah, baby)
Eighteen and over (Oh yeah, this is gonna be
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We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue
By killing cops and selling drugs
But what can you do?
Buying a killing
'til
They pump my liver
And I'ma spit it, like it get it, kinda self
But I'm fine
I'd rather live by what I live by
Then die when I'm fine
I'm gonna
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
hard with the grass on my stoner shit
I'm runnin laps on ya raps in my skinnies
I don't fuck with you rats or you Minnie's
I'm giving you my heart
dancin' freely
He runs out to the middle of the street
Gets mad again and slaps his beanie
Then Meek Mills drives by him in the
Rain and splashes him with
Over high coastal mountains
The renegade stood watching
With his rifle by his side
Then he emptied his gun
Up into the pale yellow sunrise
And he
songs makin' records break
2 and a half million sales by the second week
Motherfucker, you eat 'em up!
I'm twattin' ya now cuz I can't shoot you in
Over high coastal mountains
The renegade stood watching
With his rifle by his side
Then he emptied his gun
Up into the pale yellow sunrise
And he
ribs, cops shot ya whip
You've been chased by the pigs, sold the four year bid
Crashed cars, still came out without a scar
They tried to keep ya free
at
I see irrelevance condoned by the delegates
Their regression is evident they own
What I been off
Fuck it since it's the samaritan's I sold
I'ma
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
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