Lyrics:
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
a drug
Feelings addicting
And love is the plug
I keep it smooth you can tell by my aura
And make sure the business is always in order
Just got the pack in
your body wobbly
Still played hopscotch, had a basket pushing friend
Come by my grandmas house, gave him a water every now and then
God bless, God bless
what you love and hold on to it, and remember to be honest
Especially to yourself, now take the world by storm and rise above it
yeah I know it's pretty basic but
I really love it and the progress that I'm making
Although nobody has faith in the work I'm baking
Maybe I'm not just
Your friend I'll be Your friend
Lord I'll be Your friend I'll be Your friend to You
Thank You Lord once I was a lost soul
Thank You Jesus Your love has
Lincoln
My friend's circle just keep on shrinkin' Kickin' her out like it's an eviction
Cheatin' ass hoes really got no commitment If you talk shit, I'll
gon' grab it (geah)
And dip to the Cal
And if you love rapping the West scream loud (West Side!)
Unload the barrels and start to chuckle
Take it from
Cause I'll make you go missing
Say hello to my friend nigga name is Smith and
Mother fucking Wesson
Yo time has ended
My nigga let's get it
My nigga let's
the majority is on the broad path
That won't last
But it's on its way to destruction
Like the aftermath
I've been adopted by the Lord
When I was an orphan
I'm
full of love for you
My life has been waiting for your love
My arms have been waiting for your love to arrive
My heart has been waiting
My soul
Oh Wow
By Ruben H Smith III
Let it breath for a while
(For a while)
We don’t take no L’s
I be thinking about the way that I be speaking
she steady flexing
I ain't tryna fuck I'll be your best friend
You were the love of my life never talk to these bitches I care for you yeah
You got
[Master P]
Ha Ha Ha
Most niggas might think I'm crazy when I tell em this
(Yeah G)
But you know what most nigga look up to like Presidents
Nigga but you didn’t execute
Survivals my only hope success
Is the best revenge
He always there by my side
Ben Franklins my only friend
The hundreds
Yeah
Shout out Cory Beats
Much love Lil bro
Yeah
Waterberg baby found his tribe inside the foreign lands
Word on what you call the streets, said
(Hah?)
Put that drip on and your bitch love it
Goyard prints all on my bitch luggage
(Talk your shit, king)
My neck lookin' like I did Will Smith numbers
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
a mind confused
Love is the pleasures untold
And for some love is still a band of gold
My love has no reason has no rhyme
My love crossed the double
to lift and mess you up
Smith and Wess' you up
never press your luck
be prepared to bust
how many you dare to trust?
keep your friends close and enemies
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
Illegal weapons, mesmerized by the dope game
Smith & Wesson's, never went back for seconds
Sprung
Not on yo' dick dick but on yo' tongue tongue
Jealous
a little something like I'm DEEKs - D.E.M.O.
To The N
To the I
Then finish something something C
Actua-lly my real name is Ha-rry Rogerson yip Yi-pee
If I cal three times a day baby
Come and drive my blue away
When you come,be ready to play
Do your duty
If you want to have some love
Give
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