Lyrics:
blood is rushing
Hide your bones that's my Conclude
If I kill him then I turn him to a voicemail interlude
Run the prayers in the comments wouldn't do
bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum
We are farmers, bum ba dum bum bum bum bum
Call the cops, call the cops
Got mad motherfucking marijuana crops
Got
your deal came (Yeah)
Chill, Lanez, hammer bang, I'll nine mil' Lanez
I told this nigga put on his boots, I got my foot on his stoop
Look how long
push it back
You might say I'm immature
I might give that ass a smack
Slap my face and call me dirty
You say that my mind is sick
All that blood went
the straw and it's Short as Josh is, That's so dickless, he's got britches that he just shit in, He's found missing By the
Cops, pissin', teeth gap fishin'
Ayy Ayy
One for that money
Two for the hoes
Three for them boostin ass niggas stealin clothes
Four for the trappers
Five for them blues
Six for them
forgive me, driving tipsy
Thank you fo being wit me through that crash
Three inches to the left
Four inches to the right
No coincidence, there's a reason
think y'all really wanna get wit me
We started gangsta walkin nigga no MC hammer
We really dealy get you hyper then hype
No cut or no arm n hammer
really think they're stealin' from us like a sample song
I really wish one day we'd take it back like Hammer's home
The hurricane come and took my
of waiting
For you punks to squeeze
Give you all of my 3 pound rounds
So you can fall
Bit the fact that Outlawz just
Kicked down your door
Bitch niggas be
Then my brain won't work correctly
So it’s all blood stains
As I sit and wait for you to call like
I am the creep x5
Video camera upon the hot
intravenous
It's war and we fighting for inches and millimetres
Try to stall the progress by killing off all the leaders
If we don't give them martyrs no
em' by the pussy maybe
Give a little pinch
But no one seems to care as long as
They still got the inches
Keep pushin' up that hill
Never back down cause
Your
Eyes
Hello3:05
Eye spy
The devil inside3:11
Call them good company
They don’t know the bad company in me
Light house
Good view
Ocean waves
a nigga more for me bitch
but today I'm with Three 6 and I'm showin love
where these Tennessee hoe suck dick till they see blood
wearin my black
Gimmie a kiss
Here he come three
Gimmie a kiss
I don't want to see him no more
I don't want to see him no more
Here he comes
Blood money
Lock your door
trust a shank, when I cheffed up-, bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer
But I still don't trust this skeng (big beretta, big berretta)
I don't even
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
Verse 1 T-Pain
IMPALA!,
2 63's,
I got 1 form NY 1, from the L.A. Streets,
1 got 22's, 1 got 14's,
1 blood red, the other crip blue with some green in it
Stepping to the right, wipe me down manye
3, Stepping to the left, with your stunner frames
2, By this time the world know what to do
It's going down 2
Stepping to the right, wipe me down manye
3, Stepping to the left, with your stunner frames
2, By this time the world know what to do
It's going down 2
kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know,
Whoever said "Game Over" must of had a hangover,
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover,
I got blood
the hammer back
Stood by his side and didn't dash
When the charge is federal
And they fingerprint his ass
Who can he trust to be
In front of the judge
Smooth as Sinatra, you can tell by my pops that I'm street
Fuck the forecast, I'll let you know what day'll be heat
See, I recruit smart niggas with heart,
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