Lyrics:
running wild trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact 'cause
Now listen up
I want all the shook ones to take a knee
I wanna see your mouth wide open
Stick your tongue out if you got one
Now if you move that little
He just walked up out of the rain
I swear to god that's all it was to it.
I just brought him here.
You have a room for him?
Uh yes 13
Hey can I leave
in beast mode
Live by the street code, where niggas take your shit like the repo'
The boys'll sell crack, to your mother if you're good (damn)
standing by the shores
Signed a con for that Genesis no four door
Aye, Im about to cold cut her
All my sisters and all my brothers
I’m about to preach in
spazzed out, G-String divas
Leave you assed out, passed out, it's cold
Pack your heat up, blow your back out
You bad mouth, make 'em all believers
ride
Do it by my lonely I don't need no company, Aye
They saw me get it out the mud
I know that they gone come for me Come for me
If you ain't see what I
y'all shit
Cause we the hardest
Nasty new street regardless
So ease out you nuggets, faget
Verse 5:
[kastro of the outlawz]
Beg down, I truck a young bug
got a bottle of Rose, so let's try it
We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe
And I'll take you all out to where the Gypsy angels go
They're built
while I'm on a jet
My baby, she napping right here on my chest yeah
We shook em, and now they all tense
I'm walking around like my name start with prince
to stick 'em wit another hit out of abyss
Baby you don't want to miss the ISH
Babes they love to come by and get laid
* Why am I at the pinnacle when I rip
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again,
up
Its chef Hardy i been cookin up
If you aint know by now just look us up
Gave out too many chances
Nigga, now the jig is up
You cant see it, we cant
I look in the mirror can't figure out who am
My life is in shambles
Baby can't pass this exam
I notice my peers is seeing glory
Faith is getting
manna dropping down out of the clouds
All these people taking
And never giving back
All these people taking
And never giving back
No matter what they got
you make
I'm finna pull up, like, I'ma fuckin' pull up and I'll take
Every fuckin' life away, so you better get out my way
(Whew) I'm showin' all love,
real
Could have set it off
But I was thinking bout yall for real
I had angels by my side to get me out of the deal
But the scars on my back was your
caught three dudes gay, like I'm Levi Thomas
I just ate three quarter pounders, like I'm Zach Fry
I just grew out a mustache, like I'm Cooper Alexander
I
my bank account
private jet out in Vegas Vegas
Fam straight no more slanging weight
I want the house with the gate
I want the m's
I want the m's
I want
her Overseas
I bought her Marc Jacobs
Straight out the gate I swear I'm da hardest
I ain't never seen y'all niggas out shopping
Work too hard, ain't
you need to do
You need to get that mixed up feeling
Upside and from out of you
I fell to the earth and got back up
And shook that shit off eagerly
I
a minute it looks like they're
Turning ole number twelve out
So that's all for today folks
I'll finish the story of Tweedle-O Twist
And the cowboy that I
me to the Spider club on Hollywood and Vine
We drank champagne, and we danced all night
We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise (a big surprise)
me to the Spider club on Hollywood and Vine
We drank champagne, and we danced all night
We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise (a big surprise)
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