Lyrics:
a place to run so you hide
I'm so braggadocios, I rock out like Guns N' Roses
I know it's hard to focus plus my body does hypnosis
My sins are some what
about a damn soul
Aint nobody getting me nowhere
Me
Me nowhere me
Im all alone
All alone I do it by myself now
Cant nobody picture me lonely
Me
I'm alone
Lambo doors, she ain't ever seen before
Top floor in condos
Pull up wearin' red rose gold
Pourin' lean by the 4, bad bitches at my show
Turn up, turn
(Bl$$d)
I ain't talkin' 'bout no groceries, it's green up in my bag (my bag)
If you see that nigga close to me, that gun be by his flag
I got
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' Lord let me in
I don't know
On God
City of the rose now Pasadena California yeah we on now
On God
From the city of the rose, I did a lot stuck to the code.
This don't bend, don't even
My rhymes is serious I'm kill'em every time
While I'm... sunk in that 745
I am... feel like a jet when I ride (when I ride)
So I ride n**** feel me
it's either him or it's me (damn, damn, damn)
You don't wanna be me (uh-uh)
Lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me (nah, what?)
You don't wanna be me
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
(Clipse)
Exclusive shit
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This
Said you could call us Rugrats
I got the Tommy on go
This little light of mine that's beaming
Show me where to unload
You heard
c n**** like me
Don't
twisted"
Never did it though
Hot trigger
Reminded me of a cop's gun stolen from a party
Thought it fun and in the hobby
Weeks later in the park they found
Damn them young N****
They be toting guns N****
Hide ya funds N****
They’ll make you run N****
Aim bot that’s ah fucking face shot
Tell yo bitch give me
once before
I just don't know what happened
I get the pack make it flip
Like gymnastics
These n****s be cap
You can tell in their raps
Know some n
Probably not gone hear timm burden on the radio
Do it by my lonely fuck I need a label for
I don't give a fuck about that fuck you pay me hoe
That's the way
my guns
All my women
Ryc is chillin
Sorta like a villain
Surrounded by funky fresh n fly women
Some um is poolside, some um is swimmin
Some um
around u can't be doin me wrong
N I won't save nobody dat don't wanna be saved im good at cuttin u off
N please don't talk about da pass cuz da pass is da
You ain’t us huh?
We don’t even settle n****, even when the dust done
The 40 coming in, with me n**** like a plus one
You ain’t one of mine, then n
murder
Nigga, I'm trying to murk you when I come back busting
Nigga, my gun go off - don't try to say I'm tripping
When I get to flipping and I smack
murder
Nigga, I'm trying to murk you when I come back busting
Nigga, my gun go off don't try to say I'm tripping
When I get to flipping and I smack
our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make 'em cum
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
My rhymes is serious I'm kill'em every time
While I'm... sunk in that 745
I am... feel like a jet when I ride (when I ride)
So I ride n**** feel me
want more cash
If u don't last like da thoroughest G's
U'll fuck around n' start talking, why u telling on me
We keep it real fo our got-damn team
So my
Vampire f-ck-d up your evening
I pop up and eat lunch, lave you in the cement
Don't believe it, stripe like a f***ing Adidas
The gun Selena, give a n
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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