Lyrics:
to die
In the cold
And it grows
Like a concrete rose
You the fool ain't I
Till I withered and died
On the same streets you left me
And, screamin'
Fuck it i give her good dick n she love it
She knowing my body i ain't going for nothing
Not dthang I can't beef w my cousin i hit up black I bet
can't forget times
I know it's just a phase, it'll pass by
I know I'll be okay if I can't find
Love, when it (I) love when it don't hurt
Try not to think
Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun
You did the same, thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run
I ain't the one! Fuck that!
n***as say (Idgaf)
Thotty wanna fuck cuz she know Husayn famous
Doin it for da fun damn i started in da basement
Now dem cameras flashin i feel like
New g lock with the 50 i'm banging a drum
Come through banging that switch it ain't nowhere to run
Ap hit him he thought he thought he got hit by
niggers even stay that's why we pour a liquor for the grief of dead, we miss you
The will receive guns'n'roses, and from me you need a bunch of roses
as me
Keep my glock on me gone send sum shots you try to plot on me
Choppa on the floor right by my feet it's seen a lot of things
Come through yo lil
was soft I think its better to run then to hit him in the
Head wit the gun ima veteran son I ain't type the squeeze beretta for fun I'm not dumb I do
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
Girls want to have fun
F
U
N
D
She play like she a nun
Still f u an me
When she be getting some
Wet as the sea
But when she getting none
Then it's f
That Clique
N*ggas actin like they getting pay cheques problem is they ain't getting sh*t
My rap a hobby n*gga
You do it for molly n*gga
Ask Jocker for
bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'm a boss champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by tha case
Brisco line to young nigga what it do
He
Yeah, fuck all that sad shit, man, we gettin' straight into it, you hear me
Yeah, yeah
KD a day, a place to stay
Pull up in a rose then hopped in
ride till it's over
But we far from over
Long live all my fallen soldiers
Straight up out the projects ima young n****
We go wildin' just for fun my
[FO' CLIPS]
Crippin' ain't easy - in the city
(Crippin' - in the city)
But it's fun, yeah
(It's fun - It's fun)
Crippin' ain't easy - in
[Hook:]
Put your guns up!
Oh, the fun's up!
Government official, your run's up!
(WAR) I'm ready for it
(ARMS) Baretta foreign
(BARS) And metaphors
(ARE) You
to quit like Rule
So go head and try it, see it just don't match
And ya man hate me, 'cause why'all just don't match
Got my gun on me, and I could walk
and it’s jerry
Cruisin’ down the street like I’m Ed, Edd n Eddy
(Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac)
I was cruisin’ down the street by my lonely
Nobody really knows me
They
the sky
Red roses by ya side
Red roses by ya side
Somebody dying tonight
Somebody dying tonight
I keep that glick by my side
Them niggas ain't cut like I
I
gold
Got it decorated all over my household
N hate me so much, I can see all the envy
Hypnotized by that rose gold on the wheels of my Bentley
N don't
dem life and di street wisdom
Some ah dem chat fi di money, some chat fi pum pum
Some ah chat righteousness but dem ah live by di gun
Well I man ah
Project mafia
Yea
Ah
Yea
Hot
Want hop out aventador
Ain't tripping of n*****
I passed I get It u mad la boy
My life is to real what I'm cappin for
and dangerous
Ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed no angel
Dust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas that love to bust, its strange to us
Y'all
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