Lyrics:
it ain't nothing but gun play Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying
quarter blunt up on the mic
Treat my life like Quarter Four
Leave you D Rose'd on the floor
Fuck you mean by "mi amor", bitch
Did you taste my porridge?
I
Uh uh, uh huh
Clipse (Clipse) , Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)
Yeah, whooo
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
My n***** be smoking on cannabis you cant een pronounce
My whip go the subs in the back to go make the block bounce
I made money off the trap house but
bag
On god we gone level up
More guns with extended clips
Pussy n****s want to set us up
Looking for em went to hell and back
Worth it all cause we wet
white bitch in the white Benz used to fuck white men
And like to sniff white heroin, I sold china white crack back then
As I was writin this rhyme
gangsters at coo never sweat under the gun
Where the f*** my Mistress at at c*** back ready to pop something
Since you n****z all about frontin let's how
fit to get your wig cracked back
Killin' I'm buckin em down, I wish ya would
Try to get some, redrum, bitch
Nigga don't test my hood
A first
got this hoe right she coming back like junkies
Yeah
Bitch you cannot post here this ain for No junkies
Yeah I’m from the Rose you know how a young
Heart break turned me to savage
Ain't shit bout me average
Bitch I'm go getta
Beat a bitch down no mattress
We inna back like a taxi
don't step on my
can suck a dick
Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't
but this shit from the soul
Plenty times I done fell in the whole
I came out that bitch shining like Gold
Steady fighting through pain, D-Rose
Don't
bye I'm a j cat
Walk up an jus spray that
Then I walk back put the car in drive
I'm headed right where you stay at
An i'm dump'n slugs
Like I been eat'n
hard to maneuverer
I kicked my heels off, had him knocked out
Stumbled to his shit and them he peeled off
Perfect distraction, GS is passin'
I rose
gimme 45
Call my bitch every night got a sex drive
Ian going back & forth about this hoe, about his hoe man im too old
Gimme 45 days ill go rose gold
Got
to be
Perfect, disciples, when its survival told by the double edged sword triple,
Six rivals spittin' fire this the real truth bitch, breaking down for
Gangsta shit, attractin yo bitch, gettin head and lean back in the whip
I mastered the chips, Nigga I'm tryin to tell you
You're holdin hammers and nails
not violate the camp, get shot down by chance
I'm real advanced with that cock and blast
Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash
What cashes
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Y.O.U.R.... K.I.N.G.... J.E.V.O.N.
Y.O.U.R.... K.I.N.G.... J.E.V.O.N.
Y.O.U.R.... K.I.N.G.... J.E.V.O.N.
J.E.V.O.N.......YEA BITCH ITS J.E.V.O.N.
Verse 1
I was
Sexy gyal and we call them "leng"
Back then we would call them "peng"
Bare words that we got for guns
Like "waps" and "skengs"
You call them "Js", we
Bought a Maybach, not a lot of legroom
Might have to extend
Popping perc’s, getting so high
Wait to descend nigga pulled a gun on me
Had to off him before
boyfriend left, bitch ain't winnin'
You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm sorry
You can't get her online without Safaree
Mentionin' guns, you Pussy
We gone spend them bands
And get it right back off the backend
N***a play me
I'll slap his ass with my back hand
I don't fuck with these n****s
They be
bitch ass rookie
Engage and dots your face up like
Chocolate chips in a cookie
Pop it off by accident and
Laugh grippin’ the heat
And watch you fart
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