Lyrics:
Kingpin dreams, designated coach of the team
Every single play is a scheme
Tryna get paid by all means, launder money till it's clean
Gloomy days
what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kickin' her out (ayy)
Patty cake, patty cake, microwave (microwave)
Suckas make
come out of nowhere
I feel like a black republican, money I got comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
Can't clean my act up
grass
Nigga cut your throat
Taking out your trash
Pull up on you slow
Going nowhere fast you ain't got nowhere to go
Nigga hung 'em by a rope
Dump 'em by
my block, gimmie the ball, I said it's my rock
I'm startin' a line-up by gettin' y'all to bring the livestock
Throw all your money in the pot
Them hoes be fallin' out
If you Chevy revvin' clean
Then she should put in work
If your swagga really clean
Then she should put in work
If your sneakers
Yeah, we're losing 'em, the call rang out
Only a few ran for helping hands, most dudes stared blankly
Standing mute, fame whores off where the new
number one is to grab her buns
We'll lose control, but we'll keep it clean
She better not wear a dress, wear the blue jeans
New or faded, we want 'em
taught me to pull out my Wesson, you
brought me, and I'm not stressin' it softly. Get 'em up off me, 'cause
all we wanted was harmony, been bombin'
in by the pound
25 Rounds lay him down
Taking them ps outta town
Niggas stay running they mouth
Glock with a switch take em out
You know I been serving
know how you do
Please make yo killin's clean
Slugs up in between
They eyes, like True Lies
Kill 'em and flee the scene
Just bring back the coke
wanna hit me they digging the swag
Ya boy fresh like weed straight out the bag so i hit up the lab
Grab the pen before i lay down some hot bars
Bring
Clean (clean)
Cleanin’ up (yeah)
Cleanin’ up yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Clean (clean)
Cleanin’ up (yeah)
Yeah yeah, ugh
Ya phony on god (yeah)
Don’t call me
terro tin in.
lika homicide. like a tis dow like a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
digging yo grave huh
To them killers ain't shit you can say huh
Bout to go get my wrist hit by Jay Don
From the dirty but I came out clean
Let the thirty
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
we bring the mob out
Fuck it bruh, Call out
Brothers never fall out
Cuz on my mama when we all connect shit we go all out
You other niggas, Call out
I'ma have to get you kid, and split your wig with the machete (what?)
I bring beef to niggas, and string 'em out like spaghetti (come on)
You ain't
I'ma have to get you kid, and split your wig with the machete (what?)
I bring beef to niggas, and string 'em out like spaghetti (come on)
You ain't
Ballin' like Ginóbili (what?), your bitch in the nose bleeds (swish)
Parkin' lot pimpin' at the club
Me and my niggas tryna
Bring out the hoochies
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
want to take a nigga out huh
Choppers at your granny's door, only outcome
Bad hoes at my shows, sell em' out right
King Tip in my city, bring em' out huh
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