Lyrics:
a barracuda
Uzi tooly Boolie, who the shooter?
Yeah, it's not mine, cause I forgot the ruger
Never been a gangster
I'm riding with my seatbelt on
Tryna drive
You're lying so low in the weeds
I bet you're gonna ambush me
You'd have me down, down, down, down on my knees
Now won't ya? Barracuda, oh
Back over
Your lying so low in the weeds,
I bet you think your going to ambush me
You'd got me down, down, down, down on my knees
Oh child, Barracuda
Back
only got you to thank hey hey hey
Barracuda brain
Dead end sucking drain
Ultra sonic pain
You're too good to me
Rabid porcupine
All the warning
in Winnebagos from the Everglades
Pulled over by the troopers in the mirror shades
The Caravan is sorry
The driver has a twenty and change
Ray Leather on my Hoosiers
Drag strips slits rare, the barracuda
Them niggas ain't shit, jus' motherfuckin' poo poo
Sissy ass zero, motherfuckin'
Haaaah
Bound by blood
Bound by blood
Amen
Bound by blood
Bound by blood
Aye
Yeah
Uhuh
Barracuda
'cause one who fronts is one who dies
Smoke buddah by the mic, just like a barracuda
Flush the Cru to the ground like Roto Rooter
A fight, a fight,
lying so low in the weeds
And I bet your gonna ambush me
You had me down,down,down,down on my knees
Now wouldn't you? Barracuda! Ohh
Back over time
the time where you couldn't pause comments
Couldn't hide behind a computer
Catch a fatal get shot by a shooter
A barracuda for Buddha
I maneuver
barracuda, quattro bianchi maracuja’
Quattro bianchi, squali bianchi stanno cercando chi sgarra
Nella buca, no no non aspettarmi
Togliti pure i vestiti, resta
solitaria
E a star troppo con se stessi
Manca quasi sempre l'aria
Il mondo è un barracuda
Tra Gesù Cristo e Giuda
(Ho scelto te)
E sono qui coi miei
lying so low in the weeds
I bet you gonna ambush me
You'd have me down, down, down, down on my knees
Now wouldn't you, Barracuda? Oh
Back over time we
barbs come from its lips
Māui beheld that curious scene
The goddess hair like seaweed
Her mouth resembling a barracuda
Ruby eyes glowing
Then he made
T.G.I.P
Written by: Diondria Thornton
Music Produced by: Joshua F Bonner
V.1
Say hallelujah
luah
we ain't payin
out no jewelas
jewelas
wit all this
don’t want no beefin’
You should go vegan
Need cash by the hour, I’m breaking the meter
It’s a cold ass world, gotta keep that heater
Put my nuts on her
Smooth, but still nasty like a barracuda
We’re hot in Alaska, cool in Bermuda
Students of life, our minds right
No attitude of entitlement
My ascent’s
be gone by morning
Yea Im going in
Yea Im going in
Promise I’ll be back then I go again
You know I be dolo
I can't roll with them
So tell me why you so
never knew rock bottom had a basement
Til I woke amongst the jonses wasted
Jobless with no cash
Surrounded by empty blunt wraps
Liquor bottle caps
As they
Rockstar like Lenny Kravitz
Spoil my bitch with Fendi Monster
Barracuda Seats is ostrich
Streets is Watching
You know the seats massaging
Dada Dex I sent
the cat barracuda (Damn)
Pockets on Mario Judah
(Woah) My niggas slimy like snail
(Woah) Cookin' like Patti LaBelle
(Woah) Ice on my wrist, it won't melt
on
Sometimes I stay patient
Sometimes I feel the dream is taking long
Most times I get reassured by the fact they not ever what we on
They're not what we're
the chalice
Hands are pretty calloused
Pour a little out for those
Who couldn't take the malice
Work em hard until the sweat
Be dripping by the gallons
Until
seconds, pulled the cord on my parachute
Landed surrounded by a herd of wild barracudas, lions
The sounds of the wild kingdom piercing like a siren
Was I
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