Lyrics:
say to me
That same shit you shit, I'mma make you sniff
It's the N O T O R I O U S
You just lay down slow
It's the N O T O R I O U S
You just lay down
say to me
That same shit you shit, I'mma make you sniff
It's the N O T O R I O U S
You just lay down slow
It's the N O T O R I O U S
You just lay down
folding and shit
Know What I'm talking bout, like paper
Yeah!
[Chorus: Nas + Lil Jon]
[N] I know your type I know your kind ya
[L] Quick to back down
my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne the sweetest one, me oh, my oh
Son of a gun we're gonna have big fun on the bayou.
and in a red dress she did pose
All on that sacred ground
she looked just like a rose
I sat down by her side
and put my hand upon her knee
I kindly asked
If You got guns (Yeah)
We pull tech's (What)
Shoot first leave yo brains on the headrest (N****)
It's all out war (Uh huh)
Who got next? (Unlawful)
Ninja Nicki, where Ninja Man?
I don't need a hundred niggas, lil' bitch, me soon come
Dripped in YSL, one thug and one gun
These bitches gon' bow down
me now Now
Waiting for my time
Starting Now it's just the count Down
Aiming for the sky
Too high they can't shoot me Down down
I'm a rose that rose
C'mon make peace with your demons
Homie put down the gun
Silence is compliance
So quit biting your tongue
I can tell jus by the look in your eye
That you
Bands
Brr, boi
Grr
Heard she want a shooter, aight, cool
I'ma put you on the 'Gram, go viral
I'm in yard, hand gun with a riffle
Everything's
could
I frown on bullshit like my name's Clint Eastwood
You come with fronts, stunts 'n poses
I welcome you to my jungle
Like my name was Guns 'n
n*ggas be dubs
These n*ggas be scrubs
Two guns up n*gga I don't give a f*ck
And these hot bullets come lil n*gga better duck
Break baby down like
of shootouts
Dey can’t put dem guns down
We got a city full of gun sounds
Bitch it’s war time
Make her feel special when she see me
I been
Tapped N I ain’t even
a splurge on my kind
Sippin' on a fifth of Rose wine
Yeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-muthafuckin' Bone
Gettin' my tipsy on strong, always stay packin' that
dabirabira
Bàbá dábírà
Òkè tálágbára gun tò n mí
Òhun lomo olórun gun tò n korin ma a gbó
Ìyen lo n munu mi dun mo n Kede
Come and taste and see
in blood,
Dodging the who, make the gun flip with ah swoo,
Bailing back on with my troops,
I'm runnin' with 4 crazy niggas
That's down with they
succumbed to distractions
All love is fatal attraction
N fake interaction
For the sake of being dramatic
Radio’s only play static
N all lethal guns can
fucked I jus need to work out the kinks
Bitch I'm flowin' like a sink n barely floatin' by I feel like I'ma sink
Ooh, Insanity I'm on the brink
Ooh,
for hustling season
Bottom line money is power
And the power mean muscle
Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling
Nigga get down for his hustle his
Yea we got them black ass guns
How many your black ass want?
I was on probation every day
Smoking fat ass blunts
4th July down the street
Then we
you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion.
[(LAURYN)
splash man down, oh woah
Yo, that's two man in one go (Listen up)
Bandokay, I'm boss on my block
I make bad B's pop O's (I'm a Farm t'ug)
Anytime I meet
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
Frightened by the tone of a phone in the dead of night
Then staring into darkness and praying till the morning light
The price already paid
A son
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