Lyrics:
Ay Ay Ay
Ay Hol up Trap, hol up trap
Ay Satan we gunna bring that back one more time
You know what im sayin
These motherfuckers ain't come up where
up with day ones we live by the code
I'ts do or die in gang we trust bitch we swore an ought
I got this angelic vibe with the devilish flow
Hands up
Been Swimming in an ocean of regrets
It might suck me up deep (Ay)
Overcame some obstacles with my two feet
Cold heart, but I'm burning inside
This is
packing uh
They catch him, turn him to ashes uh
I hit the stu, it was me and 30K
Came from a way where we stay by the trees
No we aint saying we putting
the bag
Get the dough
Get the cash
Make it flow
Ay
Club goin' up on a Tuesday
Make you mad
Cause you can't hang with the crew
(Stay mad)
Is it cool
If I
Yes, 1, 2, fuck wit' my crew
And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue
3, 4, look at that whore with the fat ass
But without the cash, hit
and jacuzzis
We turn up and get loopy
I have fun somebody sue
2 am
Barely feel it
At 3 am
I was tweakin
By 4 am
No weakness
By 5 am
I was peakin
Like
Fucked up
on the weekends
Only text back when ya creepin'
I ain't a fool
This game is for 2
We had the time of our lives
Not counting the minutes
Or hours
Rose petals die
nothing to loose.
I just popped a pill, and it was blue
30 milligrams, I took two
Bad bitch I fuck them all the time by the two
And you know I'm always
Oh no
Riding low lows
Glasses on look like a cholo
Im papi gordo
Le encanta gordo
Tambien im loko
She like how yo chain froze
Hace frio
Ay dios mio
what I bang y'all know where I'm at Homicides every day pray my gun don't jam
Ay!
Got this bitch screaming out papi
Feeling like chapo fuck the feds
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
KRS One.
Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Widdy bye bye bye bye
out and use gun like shield
The crew is worldwide, to think we started from the Hill
Beware, of quiet niggaz layin in the cut (for what?)
Yeah woah
Yeah hey
Yeah woah
Yeah hey
Yeah woah
Alright alright alright alright
Let's get it
Two seater I'm riding with the crew
Can't nobody tell
No respect for the boys in blue
No red light see the pilot cruise
Live in the cabin that's the pilot crew
Look like a snack that's pilot food
The way
Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! About to take you way back! Way back that is, to vernor!
Posse, Yeah!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope
In the home away from home
In
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
to the reboot of the son in the sky
And things'll never be dark cuz the sun in yo eye
Unless you value what is dark because there's somewhere to hide
What
Ay, but
Blacktown
Down Mounty County Down is the crew
And she knows who is who she got love for the crew ay
Na na na na na na
Yeah I'm up for the chase and it got me
houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
to disagree
Six songbooks written
By the time I was fifteen
Born in the middle class
Success never guaranteed
I used to wonder why
The older folks never made it
make some money on it, now why not ay
Okay,
One two
Yo I'm brooklyn like the 90s
Brown villa pusha, keep it grimy
Without the flapbush, thats where
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