Lyrics:
Niggaz With Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya fuck with me
The police
Niggaz With Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya fuck with me
The police
B-Boy thing
Ja, ich sag
Wie geht das da? Liga-mäßig an den Start
Es ist Boba Ffett, der Hanseat, mit der Hanse-Art
Ich koche Lachs, während in
(nah)
Running through ink like I'm tattooing (yeah)
This is music to be murdered by, you love
Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt
Bread is
(nah)
Running through ink like I'm tattooing (yeah)
This is music to be murdered by, you love
Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt
Bread is
bridges to bring black men back to their senses
I hit my homies, and hope they'd be willing to share a piece of their story
There's so much glory,
another sixteen on the block like James Worthy
Trap House dirty, usin' sheets for curtains, we be servin huh
And we be servin', we be servin
I got gumbo
shouldn't be whinin', but abidin' by the law
Now it's obvious that you're lyin'
With so much drama in the industry
Hip hop police are listenin'
Be
on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my
on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my
Harmed a girl like Monica
Everyday be like Hanukkah
And change my mind again
Hide off like to find a friend
I call her "enemy"
She says I act like
where's the bitches?
This crazy boss just fucked up the
Game word to the clippers
My enemies bitch got her face
Right by my zipper
Tequila is laced, give me
I know is I be winning
Never see omeezy loosing
Stick by my side like a sideburn
Make way I'm a truck taking a wide turn
It's time to apply what I
get it by the pound
Chill at the crib like this shit be a fucking lounge
Move like militia we all outta fucking town yeah
Choppas choppas we got Ks
holding the handgun
She was giving birth
To a baby boy to be just like you
I I wonder what's that worth
I I wonder if you ever knew that you
Was a role
Yeah, but when I dance here, boy you better man up
Be like a museum, got you looking, boy you can't touch
Yeah, I got him speaking, got him geeking, tie
on them front line, nigga, ya lunch time
I'm by them stop sign, you love that wi-fi
On mamas for them dirty dollars, brains on collars
Park the car
leaving damage
Like a wretched storm
Just call me desert storm
Cuz I'm about to leave a drought
People on They porches be like dang
What was that about
rack, legendary night cap
Stacks she be getting, naughty by nature my name writing on that kitten baby
The cookie on Bombay, put it on the menu out
by the end of this track you gon be depressed pressed
And boy you oh so broke down on your knees ain't gettin' no checks checks
We all know you came
Got my education without school
Quiet as a mouse move
But I keep a loud tool
Play games you'll be shitting in a pouch fool
Got stock like Dow do
for me
Wasn't a criminal before, but I'm about to be
My boys keep clean piss under their walls
In a little soap bottle, hidden in their drawers
But
some nerve, think he gettin' it like me (hah)
I made a thirty this morning while you was asleep (Steph Curry)
I did that boy dirty, I shot him from
Baby when I think about you
All I want to do
Be by your side
Take a little ride
Take a little
Baby you know I'm all about you
And all I want
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