Lyrics:
fills
Up with fumes and roaring engines and
Blurred movement it's chaos
And at the center of it all is
Meek, by this time completely awake
And in his
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
I testify when they ask me ta speak
I said that only Lord knows two rants to praise the Lord
(Nah)
I think it's bout time we'd shine (shine)
a second time to photobomb it
I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics
Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
Drop 4 tabs
Then bottoms up
Put that ice in my cup...
Yeah...
I need some ice in my cup...
Yeah...
2 liter 4 tabs and some jolly ranchers
Lean day was
my voice a little raspy
I done seen a thing or two
That's just by the way, don't ask me
They could never see my drive
I got these rappers taped behind
G5Kid plug, hello? (Plug, hello?)
Plug, hello? (Plug, hello?) yeah, ayy, yeah
What it is ho? What's up? What's up?
Man, you know a real nigga tryna
Yeah, I pull up to my town with a price on my head
I pull up to my town, I'm outside
They wanna see me drown, it's on sight's what they said
I
the crib on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too
If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do
[ea-ski]
Its kinda funny niggaz running up
Trying to show me much love
Cause a motherfucker just dropped an album
Now they wanna kiss ass
But hold up
Imma take when we fight
And now you see the light
It's comin' from both ways
You caught up
In the head lights
Of the double Js
Me and my Crew
Just
to ban the sale of Miami rap group
The 2 Live Crew's double-platinum album, "Nasty As They Wanna Be," in Broward County
We think it's the banning
huh)
Trapped up in my head up all night yeah it’s no luck
When we both this down guess all you can do is turn up
Come ups on a tab they got me feeling
with the crew
Then breeze, high roll in the Basque, what it do
So steezed might roll in the sack with your boo
Fuck a tax when I’m masked up
Imma slide
it
We peep when people makin the racks but we all know you didn't
We standing on the block ski mask and dickies my whole crew fitted
Damn, this shit
pick up
Or we do it like deliveroo i deliver
Watever suits u my nigga
Im a hustler get it gone by any means
Yung nigga with many dreams
He came 2 C me
ride
If I let you run alongside the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away Iggy
You gon'
autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil
I'm the L, Won't you pull it
Straight to the head
With the speed of a bullet
Cuttin' jokers off
autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil
I'm the L, Won't you pull it
Straight to the head
With the speed of a bullet
Cuttin' jokers off
Before your family be missin' you like Aaron Hall.
Now, for all you do, nigga, this is for the bitch in you.
It's part two to take a hit must I continue
king of the class, I'd rather lay up wit a hottie
Single doesn't mean I'm lookin for somebody
Some say they drink, blaze up, but hardly
Popping PKs, ski
Scheme'in for the pussy four times, do your duty
Bustle up in this and tatted up
Live and die for the West, but ain't had enough
It's a Hoo-Bang thang,
the bill
(chorus)
(verse 2)
Now wait a minute, hold up, you still want to test me
I'm spraying out lyrics like water from a jet-ski
Oh no! You're still not
got to get some mo
Pour up Hakurakusei tell her sip slow
Hold up what the fuck you say
It sound lit tho
Take my shawty on a date for two at Imari
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