Lyrics:
He want smoke, all the members got one in their head
Young nigga like me don't miss it (Ha)
Come get your bitch on my line, she wanna fuck me and all
the house and had a seat
The little boy put fifty motherfuckin' toys by my feet
Smashin' up my ankles with Tonka jeeps
I wish this little motherfucker'd
together
Then you put your hands upon my-
I know it's really bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
Messin' with my head, head, head, head, head
We drive each other
He don't know my dawg, he don't know how we thinkin
Fuck that, SR9 in this SRT
Yella Beezy with the Desert Eagle, thats on me
Cold heart with a barrel
(Nod your head to this shit)
"Planet" "Asia" "Was my place of birth"
"Dealin in my cypher
I revolve around science" "Planet" "Asia"
"Was my place
Never quit your passion, don't deny what your potential brings
I mean, yeah, I always come correct
My heart up on my sleeve, yeah this S is on my chest
bitch
Gettin' head like whoo
Your big dreams, I'm just livin' it
I'm front row, you just witnessin'
I'm loved by few, respected by all
Hated by many, but
to myself, Elizabeth, how are you going to keep your head above water? How are you going to survive? How are you going to get out of this mess?
The only skill
Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl
I brought sand to the beach
Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my feet
I'm from the ground up like
where your feeling attacked
Watching my shoulders I'm not try'na lack
I have my own and they hate me for that (I have my own)
Risk taker never know for
throwing up C's or B's or the X's bitch
I ride with my partners that shit get hectic
You talk bout my goddess you gone get head spilt
And fuck my lil father
on sight, put the laser to your fitting
When I play it, don't witness them, they get bodied by the fittest
Grizzly with the hands, I try to have me a minute
balls
Y'all broke down like the
Shit in your garage
Put the pressure on your shoulder blade
Talk that shit
Show up in a motorcade, fuck that shit
Man
on patrol
TDS the crew, media is doomed
Who the fuck are you, I don’t even know the truth
Put a gun to your head and you wanna call truce
It’s a sad story
on my hip, trunk full of that work
I say my shooters like Dirk
10 racks and you merked
I put that on your head, nigga
First week and you dead, nigga
I
the Heimlich
I bet that was over your head like a high kick
We're all hood niggaz but we are not the same
I move my work and put my profits in the stock exchange
she bend over, damn that bitch be thick
She puts her legs up on my shoulders man I love that shit
Now I'm lookin in the mirror when I fuck that bitch
Sit back and them youngins
They gon' swerve
Blow his brain up off his shoulder
Talkin' all this talk
You put his body in a toaster
Bitch, I'm out my
a
Hundred-fifty-thousand if they book me
Lookin' ovеr my shoulder
That's why I got soldiers holdin' me ovеr
Tote two Glocks in the Rover
Parked down by the river
Gettin'
howl in the wind
Talk shit, you gon' end up gettin' blapped mayng
You'd probably like my shit, if you like Trash Gang
But they don't like my shit, I'll
tight like an airplane bathroom
Talk out your mouth piece, baby pah
The baby A-are will make it hot like South Beach
I move like, Bin Laden armed with
tight like an airplane bathroom
Talk out your mouth piece, baby pah
The baby A-are will make it hot like South Beach
I move like, Bin Laden armed with
through your condo ('do) and rip open your knees (open your knees)
My nigga please, you don't wanna save your breath
By myself, I'ma ride 'til no enemy is
ain't gon' lie, I need a shoulder
Shelton voice all in my head like, bro, remember what I told you
Came a long way from the gutter, my mama ain't raise
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