Lyrics:
it right
Or you'll be 6 feet deep by the end of my crime
Wanna be an enemy
You can meet my 9
For all these pussy boys
I don't go no time
Mix all
you let me
Keep yo' girl wetter than Game on a jet-ski
Ooh cool cool - say he smoother than a baby's ass
Pops was a dope boy we still spendin eighties
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
its on
What!!....Nigga thinks its cool to not wear a vest no mo'
Boy in this war, you want eve much have a chest no mo'
Y'all boys ain't ready to get
league
You man wouldn't believe that we've lost half
Our G's to jealousy and greed
And me I think it was the weed
Cause them boy there fell off
The same
beef, let's see 'em
Y'all don't want beef, y'all vegan
If so, come, no semen (no semen)
Yeah, you get it?
Future put me on, he from Atlanta
Niggas in
D-day, a techno D-day
We waited on Omaha beach
We waited and we waited
Behind me in the booth was the techno crew
Ready with the crucial beats
Still
just like meat in the kitchen
I gotta get to the bag
You always going out sad
Broke boy, going out sad
That can never be me
You know I got the bag, yuh
I
kicking
Pointy needle
In the kitchen
Living life
Living different
Not consistent
At the beach
In the plane
In Japan
Smoke anywhere I can
Catch me bribe
toys
Only to be handled be kings who's got poise
Not boys, you hear me, twerps?
Story rings nearly like the
McClaury's versus the Earps
Hey, you want
Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel
this bad luck
23 years old and I moved up out the beach
But the kid ain't far I just moved up a couple streets
LA home, what you heard about me?
I've
living
If I did you wrong I just hope I'm forgiven
Got lost in the mix I ain't know I was in it
I remember nobody believed in me
So I had to believe in
actin all funny like dem IG models
Real nigga from da beach case you ain’t know
I ain’t tricking on you bitches i don’t wife hoes
Beach boy in da flesh
me just move with ya' boy
Got shit poppin' like always you know so enjoy
Don't make yourself at home got big meat on the grill
Ladies and homies all
But I'm still hella tripped
Dripped in two chains
Four a.m.
I'm making music
Keeps me sane
Another way to free my way
Why won’t you just be my babe
Beach boy in the sun
Beach boy in the sun
Ayy, watch as I step on the scene
This how we living, no actin' (this how we living, no actin')
I got
tryna jerk me (believe)
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty (boy)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (boy)
With your girl,
the music is yours
In mid dancin', doin' the biz
What you tell me to do is (down by law)
All you girls, raise the level, shout as loud as you can
to the greatest athletes
When they go long you could put me in check
But I'm still laughing all the
Way to the bank
I'm the reason that the Titanic sank
I'm always
And they're like, oh shit
But the beach, nonetheless, the beach reminds me of, like, just Caribbean music
It reminds me of, like, California down in Mexico, you
to school fool.
You're a fool.. Believe it, but you can relieve it.
Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.
Mix it in the middle.. Let everybody
Ah
Eh eh eh eh
Dc
It's Dc
No be childs
Life na turn by turn
E no god make you Dey rush
Life na turn by turn
You just need carry your cross
Life na
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