Lyrics:
that lowrider
I can't leave a witness (Brr)
Touchdown in Cali' by the Bay
All I see is bridges (Whew, whew)
We ain't even finished
Green on me like I'm
Pushing drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes
Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate
That was a uncanny era, guns in my
Baby tani kofe wa to sope no
She no know say one day man go blow
Life na one by one not two by two
My padi no worry your time go show
Alaye double
she about her chicken ima beat that
Blues on moe blues bitch I need that
Give a fuck bout what you sayin' fuck yo feed back
If that bitch ain't bout
the name
Double A remember that
Amp Adams
I came in this thang bangin'
Slangin'
Slang slang
Anthems from the trunk
Boom
Beats hittin' soo hard
I'm
with the stove
100 million plus street nigga goals
By the way that I'm ballin', I'm on my way to the pros
APE, all players eat
FMG, highly blessed
the Ghost, closed curtains
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Nerd bitch
Where your wings, lil' bird bitch?
Swerve, bitch
We gon' fuck if you flirt, bitch
I’m a thug,
tone
Naomi - I'll beat your ass with the phone
Ice cream, wanna eat me down to the cone
Better make it wet, when he give me that dome
That n*gga stiff,
boy, you thought I was lying
Get done like a shirt, boy, you gon’ feel this iron
Stupid nigga think I pulled the trigger
But I beat the nigga to go get
throwin
Fuck up the Sitchy get deaddy I'm rollin
Top opp shot shit quick to get Deaddy
Tryn match up end up like Benji
Im losing my temper get beat off
heat to the jungle
I lead in fights and on the beat
But I can’t fix an ego that’s
Burning down his own family tree
A bi-polar kid’s a double kill
If
running wit dogs
Tell them ain't nothing like a funeral that's gonna be yours
Double-R, and I ain't here to start trouble god
But if they wasn't your
Bringing it back like it's seven nine
Whippin' the beat till it's traumatized
I want the key to the city, fuck peace and the pity
All while I'm chasing
they strip black mask black lex
You walk thru my strip and get beat out ya flesh
Back out da knocks who tryna get left
Switch on the mop tryna clean up
at the top of this shit and I'm beating my chest like an ape
I'm rocking that Bape
And getting that Pape
If it ain't making money, It ain't making sense
My
just some pests Fuck y'all, I'm up next
Yeah, boutta go ape shit I'm too real to ever fake it
Life is what you make it Got love for you till you break it
O double W better make way cuz I'm coming through
O double W Sknny is coming to trouble you
O double W better make way cuz I'm coming through
O
the verses by reversing the curses
Selling out god but won't be returning the purchase
On the beat I am a surgeon
Spitting my songs while you been slurping
blend more this what i'm in for
House by the seashore young nigga really need more
Ape in a space shuttle
Watch a young nigga go hot box the coop
Smoke
just take half and bust 'em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by
just take half and bust 'em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by
make it with the right patience
We gon' get it when we ready, we is not racin
I'm surrounded by some apes, but they is not bathin'
Talk that shit from
(Yeaaaaaah)
Escorrendo o Drip Double G estampa de grife (Yeaaaaaah)
Ja foi varios km ape
Hoje pergunta pra que tanto carro
Nao mais os problemas e sim
rider I don't even want
The Fanta's for us, the Henny's for the sluts (chyeah)
Givenchy bikers with the Raf rips
Balmain badmon, Bathing Ape on my dick
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