Lyrics:
till full moon
She want me body like me want her kabina
Because me young blood fresh an cooler
Every time mi big ting she say fix it dere
An lay pan her
, spotting his love
Hold the mic like a .38 muzzle to snub
This flow, call it OJ blood on the glove
Above rap, capital G's speak on the facts
Please believe
see that he wasn't a large man
I could tell that he wasn't too tall
I judged him to be 'bout five-foot three
And his voice was a soft Texas drawl
at a quarter to two
Yo we might just knock back with a four pound hammer
Get away call Lou Santana
No car radio just the old police scanner
And the glock nine
There is no man, no king, no god i'll kneel before
Saxon blood runs through my veins
But the dane inside me hungers life and war
Guided through each
bitches they fucking for IG mentions
Real bosses dont worry bout competition
I just hopped in the drop
And the top was missing
Call me Slaygunz
Or call me
the game you better ask somebody
I got pimp blood which is pumped by the beat
I drop this funk which is bumped by the streets
I been around the hood three
on the floor
Curled up in the corner can't take no more
Armies of food invade my sleep
Led by lasagnas ten inches deep
My head is pounding my heart is
and tell her hit the floor (Hit the deck, bitch)
Give it a fuck, blood pour, what we came here for (That's right)
Til I die, why camoflage? I'm in a Dodge
wack him up
Took blood okay, get it back, back you're blood
Back out the 32, man down, slap him up
Four-four, four-five, three-eight, three-two
3
farmers, bum ba dum, bum-bum-bum-bum
Call the cops, call the cops
Got mad motherfucking marijuana crops
Got lime trees and lemon trees
Got 20 dirty bitches
cha-ching!
I put shit on but your style is a dub
I got the inches she think I'm a sub
She's not a wing but the back get a rub
VVIP, I spend Ks in the club
Look
these girls making movies you can call me Star Lord
Drive by on the opps, you can hear the car roar
Funny you brought all the homies but we brought far
2024
I wanna really fucking rap man (Wilt Chamberlain all hunnits)
It's like 4:31
Yeah
4 3 1 In the AM, I took a trip I just took a vacation
Facing
got me back snapping necks again
So you better call your family
And your next of kin
'Cause when we go to war, nigga
It's like a Mexican
I cut your ass
of yore (sigin-tarag)
Hammers high (to your will)
Keep the stride
We are returning home
Open eyes...Shield the thief (side by side)
Our reward?(The
Comprehension, Ruach bring me in
Too legit to quit
Patient in affliction
An MC with a hammer
Whack a mole flow, you tried it, now get back in your place
Call that
the drama
Cause and effect here come the karma
A mistake a broken condom
Still call my son and tell em I love em
But he don't know about his motha
Three
David is heading back
He's got a three days journey
And the Bible says, that they matched three days
They are looking for watcher
They are looking
three bursted crackas
Five in a blizzard shook by sipping sizzurp
Smoking dead blunts stuck jacking up
And hella PCP paranoid shit
Drugged up junkie leper
wanted your attention. And you ta take these inches. Wud put cho legs up by my head them deeper strokes was fittin. Wud grab yo waist pick up the pace
Inches, God damn, shit tore through my jeans
Bitches drove by, start observing the peen
Fate is so amazed, she was begging me "please"
Pullin' out her tits,
inches, I see the big picture
If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
inches, I see the big picture
If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
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