Lyrics:
laced in our 'getts
A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S.
Of the Ac' NSX with a mack ten express
Or my Q-4-5 with two new four-fifths
I'm into cars
ball like I'm Jordan, yeah I'm going all in, one two, three, four shots to the morning
Shorties on my back, they attack when they fall in
Niggas in
skinny jean crooks
Pre-K lyrics, why would I need a book?
I reminisce, reminisce, when Mobb dropped shook
Shan was down by law, such a good look
Nas'
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
over Wyoming
It took two long days and four full tanks of gas
To get to Livingston
In between the silences and the feeling grateful
I had so
Something nice tight juicy bitch
Is what I'm Swelling in
Say she like the Six Four Height
Cause I'm a field nigga
She Might have to bring two
Or three just
s or 3s
Or 2 for 3s
Got a 4 for 4
Still eating at
Wendy's
Trapping with
My pole and
The manager
Know
Don't get out
Of control
The pistol turn
To coke
Start
Clap)
(Stop, Clap)
(One, two, one two three)
Proceeds to perform RUN live
Calabasas, california 8pm monday night
Got big arms
What's up with you?
and the fight,
They'll ride on, in the black and white.
(Verse 3 - Rap)
From coast to coast, they're known by all,
Standing tall, never to fall,
In the heart
of Laois
One hundred snow white horses, one hundred golden bridles
The silver reins a jingling in the March of the Kings of Laois
Seven royal banners, three
stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7, need a natural graze road
I'm already blowed; hit
stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start
but you still ain't white
This for Laquan on sight, when you see Van Dyke
Tell him I don't bring a knife to a gunfight
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,
a voice I use
There's no need to puzzle
Out my mind and ponder if
I disagree, or not.
Words come out my fucking mouth.
V.2
I know you heard me,
So I
Files
You a plain promethazine drinker, I don't drink crocodile
Two eights just put me on my ass, the drank knocked me out
I'm the one who keep the door
niggas from the East side
By 12, I’m on one two just came through
Three of my main dudes four door Gran Coupe
Five bottles in each six models at least
on white paper with a black pen
I started wonderin how life woulda been
If a nigga like me was born with white skin
I wouldn't have got knocked by
Never was a finer breed than the steed who was Shamrock
Plain to see by his confirmation
That he came from finest stock
Daddy was a black mammoth
the pin number you wish)
(Sky pager, sky pager, sky pager)
Beepers
(Sky, Sky, Sky Pager)
One-eight hundred-seven five nine-seven two four three
But
in your behind I said
One, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor
A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got
'Cause I'm guaranteed to make
've fleeting glimpses of the blue and white
With the reaper by my side
Please don't take me now
I need to face
The challenge I befall
Come what may
Metal
say the white man slaying us today
And how you gonna gimmie a 2 saying my shit ain't the truth
When half you niggas never fit in my shoes
I write pain
I'm 10
The only time I can be-nine is when I shoot, so you can eat me, plus I'm a dick
You pandas design the plain black and white shit
Satellite
witnesses
I'm the truth
Still, I remain calm like a soldier in war
Surrounded by, three bombs, cautious
Shots keep coming like I got three arms
Two trigger
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