Lyrics:
these cards in my deck
She want me I call her for sex
Yeah what you want
You want it I pullout that tech
You want it lil boy come get blessed
Yeah mama
the fuckin' change
Diss me and your life's at stake
I got big boy guns and big boy blades
Juice your face and lick my blade
I'm psycho, tapped in the brain
Go
,
The only boy my momma had
Now I'm sitting in this house,
Underneath my past
Cleaning out, where we used to drink and laugh
Thinking what had
him in traffic
He hit that boy with a 4 by 4
Dre Ski too savage
My heart cold I can't wife no hoe
Especially them ratchet lil hoes
They be doing
I am a black man
Yeah
I am a black man
I need a gun for my safety
Cus the boys tryna take me
We facing problems
Like we back in slavery
Tell me why
round it’s sketchy
Try cut chew with the boys
Nah fuck that
Wanna get left there, roughed up, that’s your choice
This the proper example of North
Always
always knew this, ha ha
Yeah, boy!
Bass! How low can you go?
Death row, what a brother know
Once again, back is the incredible
rhyme animal,
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
a four-five, that boy can't hide, can he? (Gang, come here, man, what?)
Had a kid with a eater bitch, I tried to trick her, said I can't have babies (let's get
Marshall, novice and novice”
While you go in your emo mode and put your gun to your noggin
Like “where the fuck this come from, Sean? I thought our promo was
Uh
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Yeah
Fly by in horses
918 Porches
Repertoire speaks for itself so check your sources
Double R made him the subject of all
list
Shine up all of the gun dere
Keep dem shine and crisp
Cause if a nigga try to come in
And try to get in the way
Of how I feed my family and
Try
it ain't time that we losing
Why is you playing
I only got three days in this state
So please do and come my way
Cause I can not live without you
But I
racing in Dubai
All I ever done was trap, then I changed it to the mic'
But this beef will never change, that shit's engraved into my life
I lost some
finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga
Dissin' my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns
I'm on a beach in L.A. fuckin
boy, you done (Boom)
I got me a gun, don't run, ayy
Here that boy come (Huh? What? Damn)
Want smoke so I blow out his lungs
(Boom, boom, boom) what's
could die today
Or you could die tomorrow, baby boy the option is yours, see'mon
I smoke weed 'cause the future is grim
I'm knockin' this ash off
come tag him (Come here)
Fifty stuffed up in this Drac'
Lookin' like Nicki titties (Nicki)
I ain't even in that bitch
But the hottest in my city
(The
rude boy from the land of Jamaica
With visions to venture, to the U.S.
To receive the gold that he couldn't achieve
In his country, even though he
a while
Mire, compañero, ya terminamos ensayo
iceboi72 and this blade'll put you in cryo
Haha, let's face it, when it comes to
Lyrics, all you bitches are
Lil' Wayne:
Clear da set nigga
(what) (what) (what) (what)
(verse 1)
See I be ridin' on the prime in the lex bubble
Ready to come out the truck
and took 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
off ya
Get, get that up off, ***a you know what this is
I's a big black *** with a big black gun
Fo' snaps 'cross ya head and the blood gon' come
(over)
I let the gats flare (yep), quicker than the MAC flare (yep)
I hear ya pussies need a pap smear, haha, yeah
So come follow this (come
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