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that's right, boy, PE in full effect, boy, to the year 2000, yo
Stop, look, what's that sound? (come on, sing it)
Everybody knows what's goin' down
Summer
It's a dirty moke
Tell them boys hand they Funds it's a R$G Summer
In this dirty moke Momma i can't put my gun up in this dirty moke summer
He gone
mighty fine to me
I hate guns
So I never tote that 9 with me
Just in case these haters try to collide with me
I use the light that resides in me
Come ride
feelin'
Every time I come around
Shawty love me down
Run off on me like click clack
Mu gun out like take that
She make it do what it do when we doing
the backlash people give me
You'd say I drool after that tweet?
Fuck that, if we meet in the streets
You'd come in short and chubby
Like you can't fight
You
the backlash people give me
You'd say I drool after that tweet?
Fuck that, if we meet in the streets
You'd come in short and chubby
Like you can't fight
You
won't you please come save me?
Entrepreneur soldier in this ghetto going crazy
If my life in danger, should I kill a man, maybe
Bust at his dome, but he's
right by the oh, oh
Tell me what you know (tell me what you know), huh
I can get this bam by different flows (by different flows, whoa), yeah
I can
never stop doin this shit
I know them muthafuckas can't stand it
When them goddamn geto boys come hot
Cause we gotta represent niggas all over
on the news
Rob a nigga for his shoes
If you live by the gun
Know that you die by the gun
Knowin yo time is gone come
Maybe ya son
Shootin ya house up for fun
drone boy
While smoking on this sofa
I am on a roll boi
Soak up like a loafa
Stepping in red loafers
I Keep my glizzy loaded
Selling on the low boi
Never
promise you dat bitch a nympho
I’m one minute 30 seconds in this bangin glokknine beat
Nigga claim he wanna fight me but brought guns to come see me
You got
bound to get Shelly
Oi, Kenny run the 'riddim, don
I'm ready when you're ready
I be swaying in the booth
I get heavy on the Henny
After this, I'm linking
nigga? (come on)
Let me show you what it look like on this side (come on, nigga)
You should come fuck with your boy
Get your ass in the back, nigga
You
ready)
You better be teachin' your people
To write when this day's done, pray soldier boy
[Gates]
We soldiers trapped in this world
Don't step in
crackers think they sick,
By trying to make this bullshit affordable.
I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable.
Come an get your soul food well,
him by the arm,
He said, "Johnny, come and go along with me,
Poor boy, Johnny, come and walk along with me."
John Hardy stood in his old jail cell,
her role
Playing with these bands I am not a drummer boy
These are real guns we ain't playing with no toys
Sleeping on the floor I ain't really have
spending 545 I no lie ask how
Out on VA, Camdon home, come through here cruise by
He run in to dem niggas that he beat, he gon die
Be must?ve caught his
time she just my spy
In yo DMs
Also in mine
We cross that boy
Just like some twine
Heard that shit
Through the grapevine
All this beef boutta end yo
niggas pit black in this bitch strapped
foul mouth niggas get a clip full of tic-tacs (Wooooo!!!)
mr porters sick track, trick trick blat
this that, riff
up in a brand new wraith
Fucking this vibe in her face
I got this bitch wet as a lake
Wet, Huh
Come in this bitch and it's time to get vicious you boys
Mafia way, Lavish way
We Kill niggas for fuckin up the mob
Facts
Live by code die by that bitch, RIP Kimbo
When you in the hood with that chicken
Back to that fly shit, Silicone Valley good shit, right here, boy
More money on this rhyme right here, boy
Take ya'll back to the front
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