Lyrics:
drop to her toes
Bend it over, pick it up real slow, I do it
Baby, do it
Up that work, I snuck in the jacuzzi
In my bag, call me '06 Gucci
What's
actin like I ain't been in one
A great nigga, they invented one
Mama and daddy, they had a king for real
Man I swear I'm livin out
My people dreams for
the signs
Searching for love with you ain't hard to find
Believe me when I say you one of a kind
I'm feeling sedated by the way she taking my breathe away
I'd like to be a good American and write an elegy to the automobile
But no matter where it takes me I don't really feel any different
I got one
the nina for our be foes in a gamble
That's what life is and it's hard to handle
When the bible says worship this by the scriptures written by man though
Head Shots
By: Luvinnia Flowers
Bang
Bang
Chyeah
head shots
Bang
Of coarse he did
You know what real do kings and Queens do
what we do
We
not shining
Who keep the pen waiting
But that bitch ain't dying
I'm about to be a king
I put my heart into it
Think bout back in the day
I'll never
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
the store camera, they always in my cornea
But it's cool I've been catching on to they formula
See I'm a real loc, my street sign I'll kill fo'
Then rewind
passed on the young side
It's bad 'cause a good friend's hard to come by
Justice is never color blind, never gun shy
The one crime, you may never see
mayne
Real fuck wit' real, nigga (ayy, ayy)
And these niggas ain't real out here on these motherfuckin' streets, nigga (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Especially
mayne
Real fuck wit' real, nigga (ayy, ayy)
And these niggas ain't real out here on these motherfuckin' streets, nigga (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Especially
Harder than ever I can't see me stopping
It took me a while but I got it together
The best in my city just keeping it real
I ain't tryna sound cocky,
long
Cause I live off quotes from my first song
If you a real nigga I'll put you on
Seen em come seen em go
Kings disease pride and ego
Read the signs
on the internet with that gossip sh!t
I hope you use the same for your n*gga when it's mail time
Real sh!t you know what being a boss costed, overtime working till
But I'm a shine for niggaz that ain't know Big
[Chorus]
Do, seem, like, my, fu-ture's, here, now
It feels good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
I make beats make you lean and bop your head back
All in good time keep it 90 with a slap back
No Snapbacks got baseball caps for days
I'm blocking
Surrounded by my real niggas
They cock back, they see
Caps, they peal quicker, real killers
Real business, it's never personal, Jack
Remember that fuck up my
WAV's, ain't talking waterlines
I'm talking bout the times when I would find the track and run on the beat
Get done by nine and if it's fine with mom- I'm
an era where we knew each other's business
But like diamonds in the ore we just mined it more
They say that real becoming harder to find
Good news, mean
waves
A king with no crown, king with no crown
I'm just a Holy Fool, oh bcby
It's so cruel, but I'm still
In love with Judas, bcby
I'm just a Holy Fool,
the world is yours kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nah mean?
Make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energized
I want to dedicate this one
Yeah
(Laughs)
(Oh no)
Man I ain’t never coming back down from this one
(No no no)
(Braddock)
Something special
It’s that Phos life
(Alright right)
It
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