Lyrics:
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
gun
Yes I bust my money gun gun
Roll the spliff up light it up
Back to back shots pouring Henny in my cup uh?
(Damn I think I need another one)
Whats
up and a gun yuh waan
I don't give a damn I don't give a fuck a your bad luck
(Hey mek di man dem have dem own problem!)
Well yuh see Fargo mi
the damn cops)
Dem a call us, dem a call us
The cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me
Call me a dope man, 'cause I rock dope beats
Jacked by
nymphomaniac
I'm gonna do Axl Rose from Guns N Roses 'cause
'Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I want to do is get high
Between your
trust
If ya bands is up
A man in some hand-me downs will
Be like "Hands is up" ante up
If I don't win then my family fucked
And I was told
"Don't hold ya
Motherfuckin' NBA Live (uh-huh)
Guns N' Roses in the five CD changer in every single one of my F5's
Bitch, I'm a top ten scholar (uh-huh)
But you know, I did
wanna blow me
Had to get this shit all by my mothafuckin' me lonely
Once I, once I, once I get it
TayK verse
Gun time, gun time, now I gotta kill him I
Got the Rose in the hood going crazy
Got the Rose in the hood going crazy
Yea nigga i really do this shit nigga
It’s all me nigga that Brut nigga
on the line
So I can rise to the TOP
N CLAIM MY DAMN SHRINE!
You wanna cross me?
There’s a FINE FUCKIN LINE
But if you ever do
Say hello to my NINE
So don’t
All you heard was Big Chan
Don't hit me no mo'
Shit this ain't a game
Street niggas know the m-o
I kill em with words
Serve em like them dealas
Do
and lease the whip
But If you gotta stunt
Then shop by the residual
But take a hint from me
And start ya LLC
Take that Jordan money
Make it mortgage money
n****'s don't never learn
Don't never learn, uh
You know we used to see eye to eye, now it's just hi and goodbye
You gon' go against the fam', damn
shit cost me
Don't worry, I'll make it back before you sip coffee
I run with hustlers n' bosses, bosses n' hustlers, had to find my hustle I was lost
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
get it done
If you’re living like me
Know there ain’t a lotta time for fun
When ya 9 years old
You gon’ load ya first gun
At 13, you gon’ hear da siren
Lost from a pure 'n strange taste
Can't even realize the time I waste
Cos you’re dancing in my head
Wrapped in guns and roses
All my blood
Is poisoned by
rose to all occasions
Ten toes guns blazing
They "Okay"n... Well I'm Great'n
I been swerving for a minute
Now I'm straightening
Uh Aye
Aye Uh
And This
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
tears
But yall don't see when I cry
Cause being apart from my babies
Got me hurting inside
I tried to keep it humble
But it's because of my pride
That got
and robbers
By then we used to shoplift
And that became a problem, we aimed it before we shot it
We hold the gun with both hands, it seemed like we was
don't need no gun
But it's the 90's and n****s don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't wanna get caught up in
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