Lyrics:
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
But hell no, I ain't impressed
(I ain't impressed by that shit)
I just like the baguettes
(I just like it) , I just like to ride Lex
I just like
[Chorus:]
Gripping on wood grain
Keep on, keep on, keep on moving
Banging, swerving lane to lane
Gripping on grain, while the fifteen's bang
Bush'll pay homage to me
I'm putting in a lot of work man acknowledge a g
Yes, yes, a g I am, holla if you need some grams
I'm poppin' off by myself I
Bush'll pay homage to me
I'm putting in a lot of work man acknowledge a g
Yes, yes, a g I am, holla if you need some grams
I'm poppin' off by myself I
mary jane
Ain't no shame in my game, Down to do anything
Took me by the hand, Ask me if i'd like to fly
You know I like to fly
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now
you
We smashin' nigguhs by the hour
I'll send my dog to dog you, you're dog food
My son'll blam you for a
Half ounce of dog food
Yeah, that's my lil
Coming right at ya' throat (Uh)
Thought I was letting it slide (Hey)
Thought I was catching up (Yeah)
I just passed ya' by (Hey)
Hundred percent you
you, I'm telling you tha truth
(Verse 1)
Click click clack
Bang bang
Living in a concrete jungle
Better stay humble
Many are snakes
Wanna watch a man
Bitch niggas want to know if its true
Yo tell these motherfuckers who they listening to
Verse 3 (Feddie Demarco)
This ain't no Feddie Wapp, nigga I'm
What’s happening y’all? It’s
Terrace Martin, ay, so check it out
I got three microphones, three of the
Dopest emcees, a drum machine
Two turntables
Three, Yea
Glrrd, yea
Look, I already told ya' how i'm coming nigga
But I'an never gotta do no explaining to nobody, I can just come on this mug
in 2020?!
(Oh my God, yes! Oh my God!)
Cancel me, you can Me Too me
Fuck you bitch, I'm from the 3-1-3
Stole e-d-u from white folks in Royal Oak
here with this thang
It's all delicious baby
[Verse 3:]
I got dat type of funk to make ya ?? scream three
Six rappaz beein hunted by a killa MC
I
down, good Lord
Baby got 'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her
pimp playa from the two one three crew
Now look here fool if you gon bang or hang with the dog
You best to get in
Holla at er Nate Dogg
(Chorus 1x)
(W)
to lane
[Al-D]
Gripping on grain, while the 15's bang
Know you wonder if it's thunder, where the fuck is the rain
Lane to lane dripping blue, puffing
the rap who doing r&b?
Now I like to sing for buck
I'll make it bang for a buck
I'm hittin' towns 80 miles an hour
Ain't it wild made way from the slum
I
we livin' in?
Bang those dividends, snakes stay slitherin'
How you plan to make it to the top by just fittin' it?
How you plan to take a nigga's
I-N-see niggas what's fucking with me?
are-you-L-E love me or hate me baby
Refer to 3:36 baby
That's the rule please niggas don't get it confused
See
Never look back
[Master P]
How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a reason this was meant to be
real.. please believe
It's murda.. please believe
I-N-C.. niggas what's fuckin with me?
are-you-L-E.. love me or hate me.. baby
Refer to 3:36.. baby
I ventured into the courtyard
Followed by fifty two brothers
Bruised, battered, and scarred but hard
Goin' out with a bang
Ready to bang out
But
a thug, plus a player by blood,
But we can lay in the tub, play with the bubbles while I'm rubbing ya butt,
Hugging you tight, like I'm cuffing the mic,
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