Lyrics:
to go insane
Shawty always sing my name when she ready for that bang
Sometimes I be acting strange She ain't trippin onna thing
Keep you close to me lol
into my AK
Buck 'em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress
Bed frame there's another dead, bang
Layin' lame put
into my AK
Buck 'em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress
Bed frame there's another dead, bang
Layin' lame put
but you cream
My nigga just stop with the guns and red beams
The red and the blue gonna make you a scene
It's crazy as soon as youre dead and they
thing for somebody's pretty daughter (Oishi)
What? Is your name? Athena? (Suki)
Sing to me like Selena (Amor)
Don't ever be too prideful, if you're down
fact I tend to think that they are pretty f****n' nifty
They jiggle quickly
I glance at them swiftly
With them things I'd like to get really f****n'
thug thang
If you buy chronic by the zone
Then get yo' smoke on
Then do yo thug thang
If you resign the streets
Because you love to bang
Then do yo thug
are dead we are the hunter
Try to knock you down instead
Cos it's Psyko style headshot is the threat
I can't get hit by you Dirty Workz dipshit
You're
give a fuck about no what she said get out my head
I don't give a fuck about no what he said he got shot dead
He got shot dead, gave me head and now she
for some the change
You know the beats gotta bang
Or imma be dead or locked in the chains
Cuz I gotta lock on the game
That's one thing that's not gonna
you're talking to here?
I'm a streak of greased lightning
Keep fighting for years
I'm a stunner, number one run-and-gunner
My beats bring the heat
me
I could change my mind
I learned a thing or two
In Compton about taking lives
There ain’t a place on the plant
Earth that is safe hide
If you’re
by young G's that bang them thing
I'm a cool breeze I'm relaxing
Surrounded by who's into big banking
Yeah I was thug spitting then all packed in
Then
wish the cow was full of milk
I wish the walls was full of gold
I wish a lot of things
Why, come in, little girl
I wish
It's not for me
It's for
wish the cow was full of milk
I wish the walls was full of gold
I wish a lot of things
Why, come in, little girl
I wish
It's not for me
It's for
as a weapon
Missiles i'm shooting at em
By them i mean the fake things coming my way
I won't lose the fort. No not today
I will hold it down if i die trying
all.
Don't let your instinct take over, compose your hate, weaponise the exposure.
Bang bang you're dead.
Fifty bullets in your fucking head.
Just
dont need them
Tell me why
Yeah yeah
I saw you the other night
With a pretty girl by your side
And a bottle of wine on the table
Telling how much you
Midori, plays the violin, She was magnificent
They don't have to say to white people
I'm better than you, they just do their thing
(YEAH)
And White
disappeared
In one bang, blood rushed to the head
She'd rather fly through the sky than walk with the dead so
She stays high while the world goes by
Just
But his momma worked and his dad was dead so he had to get his own bands up
He walks to the mirror and hears his mom's voice in his head "you're your
But his mama worked and his dad was dead so he had to get his own bands up
He walks to the mirror and hears his mom's voice in his head "you're your
almost swellin' in the wind
Give anything, to be that innocent again, when I was ten
I didn't bang but I was hangin' with the homies
Tell them niggas
With the ones who "Bang Bang", make your brains hang, and it is a thing
Bitch, better have my motherfucking fetty
Before I put this mm-mm to your
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