Lyrics:
ordering that 306
Milk and glaze is the greed gold mix me
Your bitch is coming along, yeah she hum to my song
Singing like they were for her, but they
iller than me (no one)
No one is iller than me (no one)
It's Mr. Swifty from the 313
I make rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' they
strong
Time is running out so this out dated lord do heaven got a data plan
I'm calling for your saving it's mone
Name a fucking song that I ain't threw up
up
I don't care if you don't give a fuck
Easiest bands I'm running up
Talk on me and you fuck
Run my pad and get them bands
Yeah, bitch I'm with is
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Let the boys be boys
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Make noise b-boys
Well, it's another one, in the gutter one,
Aye my boy
I know you're going through your shit foo
But
Like I said dog
There's gonna be better days homie
Ain't nada foo
Just a little rough patch
what
I got you can’t take from me i got family
Faith and I still got me some breath
To breathe boy life is good
Sometimes I just get caught up
Quick
a stack, that boy done, it's a wrap
I grabbed her by her hair, bent her over, and I told her
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back
Lil'
administer their Christ's blessing.
In America poison is injected into the blood-stream.
Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state.
Another glorious
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Hey, i thought i told you motherfuckers.
Not everyones made for the streets that is why,
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by.
Homie i was
face it
You ain't no fucking chosen one lil boy you basic
Tryna trip me up I always keep up what the pace is
I just murder everything I never wrote can't
boy lame
Yea
He so foo foo
In his emos
That's his boo boo
We don't play fair
Boy fight who who
Well protected
Thought you knew knew
Getcha gone
the highest
For my niggaz locked up I'm a freedom fighter
These niggaz gone hate so that heater by me
Bitch I'm feeling like Stevie can't See nobody
Doin me
Moments of silence for fire fighters were interrupted by cell phones.
Who's going to make that call to increase an unknown death toll?
It's the one we
that, then keep that
I was getting top swear to God she would eat that
Thing is, I don't gotta plan to be famous
You faking, gotta make up risks that I'm
survive, nigga
So catch up, but we don't look like no fries nigga haha
This is my Hoo-Rah to your Foo-Foo-Rah, quickly with the draw
Full aim, up in
Going to drop off some yeh and your ass jacked the fuck up
By some nigga's that you know baby
'cause most nigga's on your block straight be shady
Out
)
Real niggas, stand up (stand up)
Real niggas, stand up
Put your hands up in the air if you never fold
Death before dishonor, yeah, we sticking
just watch for the Kuga
Just watch outside, I move like a cougar
Hands up, I'ma freeze Medusa
They running outside, better run that check
But I'm on your
a feature
Get your guap up if you need a verse
If you get me up on your track you get murked
I got that shit by the ton I bring it to you by the boat load
I
The block is hot, as fajita's
What you expect, foo they eating, plus we getting seasoned
Hot, winters boy so we stretch it like amoeba's
Catch subpoena's
drink up to the sky and cheers by B
Cause I'm killing every motha fucka then I'm gonna die peace
Big bucks yeah that's what I need
Pick up a big bag
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