Lyrics:
Kiss my daughter on the cheek and I'm strapped as we speak
Dirty money get bloody, you still see the gun wounds
But what's funny are the ones that we
to live since I was kid
Playing in the yard with a 30-06
House look like a gun range
Room look like a gun store
Either you're gonna know my name
Or niggas
Yeah, razor blades and steak knives
I've been tweaking off of this meth, been up for eight nights
My producer is Asian so he ate rice
And practice
A mask and a nine
I've just mastered the rhyme
Notice the sledgehammer dawg I'll
Just crashing your spine
My pencil got subscription to guns and ammo
Sancho
I just bought a condom the size of a rain poncho
I just made this beat way more hot
Had a girlfriend when I met my coworker
At Las Meras Tortas
I
La de da de da de da
Do I trust 'em? Probably not
I think that y'all probably fry
I think that my brain is fried
La de da de da de da
Do not
I told Marc imma kill these niggas, he told me kill a beat
I'll beat my feat right on yo grave treat that shit my stage,
This ain't a game sleep
tight
Cap's casings, blast faces, and do what you like!
Cap's casings, blast faces, and do what you like!
My son drive a bust guns, though the shit
South L.A. teenage basketball star shot dead. I'm Jory Rand
I'm Michelle Fisher. Tonight, a community coming together, mourning a life with so much
is in my soul, and so are you
Love won, I give you my gun
I'm riding with you baby, in it for the long run
Love won, I give you my gun
I'm living
my picture with silence
'Cause my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gangsta, but still I got flavor
my picture with silence
'Cause my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gangsta, but still I got flavor
Yeah, razor blades and steak knives
I've been tweaking off of this meth, been up for eight nights
My producer is Asian so he ate rice
And practice
LA, boy (wooh)
By now, he higher than Michel'le's voice (hehehehe)
I don't know what ya read man, but let's get dirty (yerrr)
If you know the drill,
threaten my life
Jump busting my gun
Make the bullets go la la la la la
Make the bullets go la la la la la
Watch you back, pay for that
Be smacked, look for
condos in L.A or south beach
I’m talkin' Casa Casaurina I be locked inside the speaker
On the constant
I’m droppin' heaters
Me and my boo is like
a real nigga? (I'm a product of a real nigga)
La-la familia (get confronted by a real nigga)
Fuck with one of my real niggas
(It's on like night fall,
the trigger
Of an Uzi or an AK
'Cause the police always got somethin' stupid to say
They put up my picture with silence
'Cause my identity by itself causes
like bowels
And take all your princesses, bitch
I am Bowser
Fuck superpowers, I got this weed
Gun on my hip, dawg, that's all that I need
I don't play
Gather round
I got a story to tell
This my ghetto lullaby
Lullaby
La la la la la lullaby
This my ghetto lullaby
Lullaby
La la la la la lullaby
This
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
ROYAL
She the FINEST
World wide, we sliding...
The objective
World wide residing...
Sitting by the water like Poseidon
La Maison Michelle the horizon...
rouge police
Without no justice there's no peace
Don't you tell me that all officers ain't bad
When they think ima threat because I'm black
Cause of my
Japan I am Mr. Toad's wild ride
You wanna hide inside, in utero
I got a heart shaped box and soon you will know
I'll change it up take you by surprise,
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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