Lyrics:
breath, recess
We bless, mics, three times a day
Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels
Strictly laughing at MC's
Lyrics for years that
like the five-O
Please
My nigga please
Sheesh
I say hot damn nigga
Now that’s what we here to do
I know you heard that
Don’t act like you didn’t
(Please
on G-O-D
Mr. N-O-V
95 spring March 18th
Always reppin 5-6-3
Coming in going bat shit, match this, matches to the beat gasoline
Fireman coming now
Kilo (Yeah)
Kilo (Yeah)
Kilo (Yeah)
Kilo (Yeah)
BCG (GMK)
BCG (GMK)
BCG (GMK)
A, for I act like ass, when I walk on the scene
B, for ain't none
us a trip
Venice beach take us a dip
Venice beach no GTA
I got a 3.5 I ain't talking GPA
I got a brand new ride
Auto like GTA
I'm only here for
agents on the scene had no idea
Who placed them there."
[verse five - lucas]
None of the bags coming back are filled with gallons of clout
To spill out,
that Bone down,
Gotta let a nigga know for the love of cheese,
Movin' thangs in the nine-five, rollin' with
Ruthless, thuggin' with my niggas from
the club and it's 3 AM
With Murph and Jake so drunk I had to lean on them
Disgusted, I snapped myself up, this ain't no fun
I took a girl by the fat girl
Raw, the one, like five divided by four (uh)
Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by y'all
Reciprocated and multiplied by more
You likely
Probably'll try it and probably like it
I can't know, what, he probably a psychic?
I know a crazy bitch by the look in her eyes
I know a cheating bitch gonna
lazy or solitary, or just maybe I'm going insane man, look
It's funny but true
See Daniel got 3 and a half thousand views
And now I want 3.5 million
Cuz we got so many bands
Investing into banks
Got me a diamond chain
We got them bands X3
Writen by Stelove Koko, (C) 2018 Stelove Koko, Xx Gang, All
monsta
Ring Rocky like fuck switch sides like water rides
The DAT bubble life preserve the other guys
Now FUCK Y'ALL act wilda
The style wilda than
of a kind
It's my time
I been on the grind
I Just poured three lines
I been high
Shawty by my side
Snorting up the lines
To tell the truth
I been livin
known to get live
You transform my name to numbers it'd be one-three-five
Nine-eleven-nineteen
Stepping on your scene
Asicks knows basics shine
you wake up, my team beat and fled the scene
With all the cream, that's right, British racing green
On my latest foreign machine
Seat color look real
dropped down
Martin County officials on scene
About 6:30 this morning, one of the fire trucks passing by
Sittin' up higher than a car would
Was able
impressed by her nose job
And it all in like a bus stop
Rip rip yah I'm rippin
Got 1, 2 ,3 I'm trippin
Rip rip yah I'm rippin
If u got the sauce I'll be
I feel
I feel like
For real
I feel like
Hey, hey, hey
Feelin' like I've gone three hundred sixty-five
Barely alive and nearly back where I started
and I'm gonna cast in
The ocean of words and pull out a new rhyme
And if it feels good, then I'll do it two times
Or maybe three, four, or even five times
me
Say what up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell
be capping
One hoe two hoe three aint going for nun four five on me
Choppa by my side puttem six feet deep seven on them gone make tv
Bitch I'm
the tools, uh
Open twenty-four seven
We open three sixty-five
If you wanna get into something
Then fucking stop on by
This a fuckin gangsta heaven
This is my
in permanent Grief
Till I take me one of y'alls den I can't have no relief
The thirty hangin by my balls I pull dis bitch Yu deceased
That's for any
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