Lyrics:
Gemini
Ready to fly
Don't box me in
So throwback
Like UPN
This is how I murder demons
(Mens)
Corruption by
The fucked up thoughts
Test it if you want
the hard times together
An it don't matter the whether
Cause we be the heat in the winter
I want you to be my lil Mrs
I delivery that ring on ya finger
You
with murder
And I've been drinking again
It helps to blot you out
'Cause if I stop to think, I swear I'll lose it
Watch me cutting every string
Yeah you're my one and only
She said I love it
When you hold me
With me you're never
Feeling lonely
Yeah my love is never
Phony, phony
Girl you are
of the enemy
Incredible pedigree
No one ahead of me
You know what you said to me
That's why you are dead to me
Used to be a friend to me
could of broke bread
bit of my poison
ima pokemon that cant be catch by his opponent
My words are shaper than the claws of mr Logan
I swear these hoes they tryna phase me
'm bout that drama, I'm bout that drama
No Limit niggas ready to kill
We bout that drama
We bout that drama bitch
No Limit niggas are bout that drama
like you ain't know
I can't fold, I'm way too solid like a brick
What you ain't know
Half of them got knocked off by the clique
Revolvers, we got
Mr. Mac, so complete
So complete
So complete
So complete
So complete
So complete
So complete
So complete
Yeah. Girl by the way you bring the fun
I
steal from me
Six deep in an Uber block we
Cruisin' none us pay for it
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Mr lean man why I'm so high
What you do to me, whoa, whoa
you, bitch I know
I'm on go trying to move this blow
I'm El Chapo with a kilo for a heart bruh
So cold, straight snow, murder show, late show
What time?
from the bottom with the same dreams
Why I felt the same rush when you copped your first V
Starin' at my phone waitin' for your phone call
I see your
Work by myself, no need for a deal
For real
My name is Triple B (Triple B)
I'm a hard boy hitter (aye)
You can come and see (come and see)
This shit way
to play
Send them packages my way
Send them packages my way
I get them all gone in day
How much did you trap today
By myself I made a eight
Before I even
bout nine
You know it's fuck twelve we don't fuck with side
Oou lil trap you wilding
I had to tell that lil bitch to be quiet
These niggas ain't really
speakin' to Mac if you run to the mill
Beans? You got nothin' to spill
I bust raps just for the thrill
Okay, you got love for the game, it's better to have
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
Carl Thomas
Lock, load, ready to aim at any target
I could get your brains for a bargain like I bought it from Target
Hip hop is my supermarket
and eventually learned
That money was made for that
Never meant to be burned
Why lets all get this
Using that 'I murder you face'
I be the youngest nigga
I got produce on me, product on me, lots of veggies, molly rollin'
Got shit ready by the corner, I be on my lonesome
Fuck it it's a party, it's
unsteady
But I'm ready, now I'm ready
Take my hand
If you're looking for a romance
Let's just not care what they think
Get on the dance floor
What are you
in a drive by
It do you some good
Good
I come from the hood
My niggas on standby
They make sure I'm good
Good
You run from your hood
Get caught in
That my lil baby
That my lil woah woah
Times are gettin' crazy need that shit in slow-mo
Hate to see you waste all your time on me
I just love
the OutofTune clique
I'm sorry but who are you, bitch
I don't fuck with you hypebeasts, looking for a wife please, she could be a Pisces for all I know
Late
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