Lyrics:
bitch to get paid to bust flow, I come for the gumbo
They know me for kickin' they ass from here to El Segundo
Let's get ready to rumble!
Shit sparks,
I'm cockin' 2's
Bust up in yo grill now I'm boppin' chews
Yuh yuh
Tennis shoes
I ain't got no time for no Betty Boos
Talkin' like the Donnie from
droppin the top and yes it's mine and gul it's new too
Sign yo' grill wid dis
Canary yellow bowlin ball silk drawers wid dis
Crushed velvet diamond
spines and bones
Your ass
extremely ass
You see me pass
The senior class
Yo- and now I'm free at last
So let me bust a grill if I must
Making
wish I hope you die 'cause I want yo' spot
Tash come from rock bottom want funk beats we got 'em
I can bust my shit in spring you won't catch it 'til
Iraq Island)
Rikers Island Rikers Island
(Iraq Island)
Yo Listen to me
Young thug this is some advice
You do a snake you be payin' the price
Hit the stu high as hell my words slur of the wock
It's hundred some shots getting stuffed in my Glock
Tryna bust yo medulla best duck when I pop
and
my grill be slugged
up my heart filled wit anger
lost,Gladys as youngster
stack my chesse up
cause one day i'mma give dis street life up
beef i don't
And I'm a Wayne head
I don't see no ceilings
If you not feelin' me
Bitch its fuck yo feelings
I know what's at stake
I'm gonna cut and grill it
I want
(that weed money)
We straight banksta'z (and street money)
Straight banksta'z (get that freak money)
[RZA]
Yo, my street officials, is bust through
blink and I won't budge
Jump in the jail before and back to war
I will cock get and let ya deal bust
In the real way you get ya grill bust
[Chorus] [2x]
like it or not
Last wish I hope you die 'cause I want yo' spot
Tash come from rock bottom want funk beats we got 'em
I can bust my shit in spring you
I'm on fire, I'm on fire
Me too, Me too
Gunz yo
I keep one in my pillowcase
It keeps me safe when I sleep
Still I keep awake
What if my dream girl
you don't even know my name
That's the real reason why I hate you niggas
You flexing on the gram wit yo fake coupe niggas
With yo fake ass grill
And yo
hustler’s still
Rob and steal and kill and extort and
(Yo it’s so dangerous man, let’s go)
Baby’s locked in cages
Mamas look twice they ages
Starvation’s too
zbytnio dalej jadę
Na rymy nacisk kładę by dawać radę kontynuując
Fatum Crew szklany błysk projekt realizacja nasza
Nacja inwestujemy w to całych siebie
and exact
Girl you got a smile that a make a nigga heart crack
(For real?) Word to grill like a thousand dollar bill
Close your eyes count to three
Aiyyo check dis check dat, MC El my shit fat
Rockin off this bugged track, you say we're wack yo fuck dat
Word to life I kick the hyper type ? my
Girl my sex is so supa
Shout out my Geng he put you on the grill
In love with exotic but lust poppin pills
Tryna give it up but in love with
'cupation
In a building hustlin', that's Sheek's Playstation
Motherfuckers want to ride by and ice grill
Change that to ice, dick
Show me, motherfucker,
Psychopathic lunatic
I'm looking for a soul to steal
I put that Glock up to yo' grill
And watch yo' punk ass fucking squeal
Look into my eyes
See the thang that
droppin the top and yes it's mine and gul it's new too
Sign yo' grill wid dis
Canary yellow bowlin ball silk drawers wid dis
Crushed velvet diamond
'cupation
In a building hustlin' - that's Sheek's Playstation
Motherf***ers want to ride by and ice grill
Change that to ice, dick
Show me, motherf***er,
on your enemies, bust they shit
Throw away the pistols throw away the clips
Big grits, big ox snatch ice at Woodstock
Remember those kids that hold
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