Lyrics:
(Air)
So these bitches they starting to strip (Strip)
Yo bitch caressing my hair (Yea)
Cuz she like how it's soft and it's slick (Aye)
Fuck wit bitches by
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
on ya shoulders
I can't wait, It's now or never
So grab the bull by the horns
And get ready for forever
Play for me
Pick, Flick and Pluck your stings for
Forever wild from the cradle to the grave
Kid, watch your back, one time's comin' always (Yeah)
They lock me up for 12 days, I can't comprehend
Now
Forever wild from the cradle to the grave
Kid watch your back one time it's comin' always
They lock me up for 12 days I can't comprehend
Now I'm
holding on
Put yo body paw mi, paw mi
And I will carry you home
I love you, you love me too
There isn't anything love can't do
You care for me, while I care
Listen to the song cry
I say can y'all hear the song cry ain't no more going thru it
I'm just getting by
Listen to the song cry
Listen to the song cry
I
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word
All I did was the switch the kitchens, did some tracks on the birds
Irv, Gotti know I'ma murderer
Half these niggas
had a nice figure
Drove a nice Vigor
And for mr to bag her
That I had to be a nice nigga
Wait, wait, don't appall me yo
I can't jump to conclusions
chick, got me feelin' like Yo Gotti
Put my mouth on it, start suckin' the soul out it
Fuck a key, on private jets, tell nobody
Nobody, nobody, not you,
on the motor cycle
Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice
In front of sparks, body cops Dilano
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la
seen a drive by?
Sometimes I can't cry I .. rather talk to God bout it
Is this from when I put you second and the devil first is this my karma?
It's
high, high
High, high
Let's get high, high
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop
Pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop {*hydraulic sound*} pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Stompin' in the party,
become
Numero uno, even if they can't see the vision, I'm still the one
You can't see 'em coming down my eyes
So I rock denim tears, I can't cry
You can't
Fresh out on bail, niggas still can't see me
That's how it is
Now we got a new motherfuckin' plan
And a new mission
(Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, cocoa
wit another ill flow
Yo, who really started this rap shit, i'm addicted
And i can't stop sayin shit, like sega
I'm street fightin niggas like vega
Black
tell 'em, manifest this
Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen
Yo I'm Elvis with the words of wisdom
This time there was three
One,
tell 'em, manifest this
Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen
Yo I'm Elvis with the words of wisdom
This time there was three
One,
shit popper
Spark my trees and wake the whole house
Like it's a pot of Folgers
Movin' like and army platoon, lots of soldiers
M-16's aimed above yo
like making paper
If I’m feeling down she gon get me up
I be going up
I can’t stop til n*ggas really up
Polo by the colors, every month Ima switch it up
(Rockabye-rocka-rocka-rocka-bye) (Oh)
Rockabye, yeah (Rockabye-rocka-rocka-rocka-bye) (yeah)
Rockabye, don't bother cry
Lift up your head, lift it up to the sky, yo
Rockabye,
make yo mama cry
Just Walked into the funeral, it's closed casket
Body so damn mutilated, liked you had some maggots
Can't leave zero witnesses, yeah
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