Lyrics:
that rep colors is doing the same thing
Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)
Couple of IV's with
The gang got matching chains and they roll with straps
Just poured the purple that shit got me feeling woozy
She been by my side I'll make sure she ride in
lil bitch
Fuck is you screaming lil bitch I get money
Stay with the strap set shit off I go stoney
No cap and no wig bitches fake and they phony
If it's
sir
If I keep getting over-looked by selection
(Hello?)
I need a beat from Statik Selektah (I do)
Yes, I just switched up the flow
But I didn't mess up
I told that boy you know I'm gone bust
Keeping my focus I'm loosing my trust
Walk down I pull out the strap like a stud
Step in designer designer my
to get shot by a skinny nigga dressed up
In the all black mask down when I crept up nigga
Why fuck with the lord
Wait no I'm a king
Wait no I'm a god
by me name to show I'm verified
Strap it, no certificate (yeah), got nicked with it, I'm certified (yeah)
Don't be rappin' 'bout no strap, that
shit
It's Jumpoff! He be the best
Computers rank me number one, blame the BCS, it's they fault
Ask about your boy, I'm nice with my hands
Maybe
doing backflips
Crash in
On my back she left me with a handprint
Finna tap tap
Feel like NAV boy im back back
Keep the strap strap
Just in case a nigga
Tattoos I got them
Girlfriends don't need those
Avalanche on every track
Ski mask but I'm not froze
Not a con but I got prose
Famous stars and strap
can see resemblance by the hair. Next is my favorite arab in the whole world, King Salman of Saudi Arabia. Girls, dont be fooled by his freindly face,
large
When the Patriot Act come hit they ass with the terrorist charge
And we, is what they made it fo'
You think it's all about Arabs? It's a war
Mm oh, yeah
Still gon' keep the straps on me
I ain't with the small talk (Oh)
You know where it's at, you walk up on me
I won't walk off (Oh)
In
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
Rest In Peace
Till the day I die
That nigga from the East
Put that on my back
I be out here cooling
With my niggas with a strap
Cops driving by
My niggas
to me, everybody changed to me
Can't nobody eat at this table 'less you came with me
Like what you sayin'?
Two straps on me when I post on the block,
that's a body
Boy got the hots for the green like wasabi
Came with the keys Liberace
A nigga had to bear pressure
Of storms you ain't weather
So when I
running
Up to me
From the deck of the ship
And he said, said he
O are you the boy
Who would wait on the quay
With the silver penny
And the apricot
You're not born a criminal
Criminals are made by the society
And the mother of all crime
Is miseducation
And the father of all crime is
Economic
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
the same you for show I'm the screw in it
I'm a fool with this shit by this time I think you know
I got money and dick did I say that yeah so
I ain't
goons dat stay with the straps (you know it)
Please stay back they dont know how to act (boom)
Woah
Shorty love casamigos (she do)
Bet she do wat i say
smoked
Life trap get crossed up by them dog hoes
Like shit get masked out over dog hoes
Really doe
Bullet holes be so big
Innocent bystanders get
but you know it's a 'lil spot
I'm smoking on opps but this here is a 'lil opp
I call up TG that's my woe, yea that's Luwop
He pass me the strap and I
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