Lyrics:
Gods that used to slap box
They after your chain
Q-trains, playin the last stop
But regardless of rain
A mad hot, it neva mattered
Life just pussy
Desert Storm firm Biz
Platinun what the deal is?
We can take it back to blocks
To all gods that used to slap box
They after your chain, Q trains
started
It's looking like the city towed
My other apartment
She got a doorbell sign that said
"Bring it or don't ring it"
She's the woman (go on)
Look you right in the eyes and tell ya "we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
The feins up all night
the street
Bring your bitch ass up the street
Bring your bitch ass up the street
Ain't tryna drop by, I'ma hop out on feet
Bring your bitch ass up
Bring the whips out for the Super Bowl (skrrt)
500 racks for the Stripper Bowl
The money on the floor, better get it, hoe (get it)
Anything goes
of fear and panic and that makes me feel I shouldn't do
Everything that's right by me by waking up and telling you
It's a daunting task, history ain't
better come hard, and come correct
Cause every weak rhyme ya bring, I will reject
So go back home and learn to write
But don't come back til ya say it
in sin
Get high with the folks
Get down in the swim
Don't you walk away
I want you baby
How does it feel
When you're meet her in your home
started
It's looking like the city towed
My other apartment
She got a doorbell sign that said
"Bring it or don't ring it"
She's the woman (go on)
Yes sir, I'm goin on and on, get it in
Yeah you know we do
Commissioned in the imaged 'til we finish
Gonna bring em truth represent, cliqued out
40
Spoken:
All these wise guys tryin-a put us down
We gonna bring 'em on in
An' bring 'em on home
Sings:
See them stumblin' by the way side
See them
taking too long to lock up bring it back (bring it back)
You was short any way so bring a stack (bring a stack)
And that shit was fucked up, I wouldn't
the fiddle
Yes, by crackies I can play a little
Bring it on down to my house honey, ain't nobody home but me
(yeah)
Bring it on down to my house honey,
roll with me
I'm in the rap feeling like schoolboy q
Bro trap he get paid off eighth and q
The lines ps and I'm next in que
If I make it in the rap bring
Yo biz, let's send this out to the Propmaster Cool DJ Red Alert
Bring the beat in, Todd
Yeah, this is how we're doing it for the '93, we're
brings it home)
Let's do it, up and, keep it on
We built a foundation, brick by brick
Eye for an eye, keep your eyes on this
The shadows move in
솔까 지금 돈 관심 없고 알지도 못해 내 시세
1위 해 봤자 동네 노래방 맥주 까고 막춤
걔네 랩 던지면 잡혀 내 팬들하고도 삐까 CHU
Now bring it back, bring it back 또 도진 초심병
금방의 실수는 신의 계획이라 고치고
다시 또
taking out loans
Don't say Wassup cuz I'm not your homes
I'm telling ole' girl to leave me alone
I put down my phone and I block her
And it's getting sad,
Q.B. Bailsey 40 D
We turn b****es out, take turns in that b**** mouth
Carve n****z up, show n****z what it's all about
It's Us, the best of Queens,
her soon get hit by a car with his brains out
Now she tying rubber on her arm to bring the vein out
Hopin when she shoot the dope in
It take the pain
time to go get it then imma bring it all home
Every little moment adds up
Some are simple some are heavy some are bad luck
Some are windows into heaven
both was supposed to change the game
By gettin' another relationship, you know it's trials and tribulations
Fuck what they say 'cause you my baby
Just
One, two, three, four
K-Luv (uh)
Like give it to me bring it here
Gone bring that shit back
Like give it to me bring it here
Gone bring that shit
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