Lyrics:
around flowers
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's
around flowers
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's
time, wit' this rhyme
By the end of it
Ya niggaz is gon' be like yo x riped it
Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop
You cats can't be for real i
crack a smile wit me
Take them trips up outta town wit me
Never question by niggas
Just me and my nigga
That's why ima treat you like you so so special
Fuck ya'll beats I made my own slaps
I'm one of the nigga's that helped to put the town on the map
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
play by the rules
Yahh ayee
Goin ham!!
Nun but respect cause my niggas is bool
Yahh ayee
Know i am!!
Goin to the top fell in love wit the blues
Yahh aye
Wearing the wrong colors and it's homicide
So who's leading who the blind or the blind
You're just another body that they threw aside
Live by the gun
clip that's about to explode
oh, you didn't know ?
it's dem boys dirty, dirty
act n wit dirty, dirty
he go by that bloody, bloody
six feet deep in
Guerrilla monsoon rap all the shorties like "who dat?"
Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya
a motherfuckin' goddess
I'm the only man who know what to do wit that
Have you ever had yo pussy ate
By a mouth full of diamonds (yeah)
Ima make ya toes curl till
barettas, wit hammers quick to get wit ya
Now a nigga hit up, clipped up
And real motherfucker know we all about stackin those digits
The reason I spit
wit psychotic people who like so fuck niggas
Came up singin' that god was evils
Slang Heron to cats is like revolvin' a eagle
And I blew to the point
murphy
And I'ma bring it to ya wit brother f-a-b-o-l-o-u-s
Fabolous
Preach, brother preach
Fabolous
Preach brother preach
Preach to 'em brother,
You can try to stop me i will end ya
Shit my killer instincts like cinder
Im a bad boy you better make it
Make it out fifty
Chopper city by position i
on the dick
Like a red nosed pick nigga
I don't really give a shit about they life man
Off that night train
Cut they fuckin throat wit a knife man
the cause
its the S-Q boys wit the big fuckin cars
if anybody fuck wit my squadysquad
ima cut ya balls off and hand 'em to ya partnaz
its WEEZY BABY the man
the stick by his bed
He Obi Wan
Im too lit you get the jist
Im my mamas son
Later that night had a one on one
Air bed wit them back shots
We havin fun
Too
pimpin'
Ya better make a left wit the bullshit you stickin' me with
Brothas be hittin' up they hood on your kitten
My partner don't play that
Yeah, I
Eastside
By: Luvinnia Flowers
In my city I rep da east
east
east
East
true
Yeah, yeah
What's poppin tville
Surround ya self wit all ya real ones
cause I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
(ooh)
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah, hey
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah
[JD]
Said all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Make you dance wit' me
See all I
Still
Spot you out like Cruella Deville
She hate when I'm wit' my dogs, she love when we can just chill
Who that is on the block, oh that's her granny
no elegance
Tiki a veteran
Can name 101 niggas I'm betta then
King of da ville (deville) like cruella and
Ya time is ticking (tick tick tick tick)
I
close Niggas all swear by the gang sign
And if ya can't tell then they ain't mine...
She likes me but she don't eff wit rappers, she likes me but she
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