Lyrics:
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
a drug dealer
should stuck to plan
im g'd up kicking my feet up rolling my weed up
all eyes on me
Verse
i never lose my moves cause lord is who i
And servin' through a stick up or somethin'
Now, I gotta pick up the pump and let it ride
All or nuthin', step aside, or you can hit the paper big time
You
clowning
Counting up racks you know I ain’t frowning
I count my own don’t need accountant
Everybody know I started this
See me on stage I’m hard to miss
GD
a show on top of the jail
Got some GDS BD’s GD's & Loc's wit the DRILL
BITCH WANT ME BUY HER M*ther*ucking HEART
Hoes Stupid
MONEY LONG CAN PICK A BITTY
full of dreads
Mouth full of gold
Watch out for the chicos in them zone
Miami boys, always looking for a lick
But careful we don't end up in your
I'm in the South, I can't remember
If I just moved where are my pants?
I spent the night with Ms december
Where is Pitbull, let's make a hit
You're
where you step
Cowards and punks, you should get right out!”
If it was up to me and my brothers, you’d be dead by now!
I said dead by now!
Too Cold
Written and Performed by Derrell
Yea uhhh
GD we got another one
Yea (803 shit, 803 shit)
FLIGHT shit FLIGHT shit
If looks could kill
that I was thinking too much
That I gotta go to G*d to get un-fucked up
So I beat that burning bramble trying to bleed away the blue
It was in
I swear, any pain I take I'll wear
G'd up bless me I'll take you there
Angels sings on broken wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Hello bye
struggles of a playa in the chill
Come on and take a ride, triple to legit ballers
Shot-shot callers
(Shot up the chrome and let's swang)
Tigers all up in
of skrill
And the everyday struggles of a nigga in the chill
[Chorus: x2]
Come on and take a little trip with a legit balla
Chi shot-callers (Shot up
Yeah
Bag it up put it on the scale beep
Red by the case got runts by the qp
Niggas know lux you don’t gotta introduce me
Should I finesse em I think
speak to the hatas (they mad at me)
House got marble floors and escalators (they mad at me)
Stay G'd up sharp as a razor (they mad at me)
Guess they
Anytime, anytime
You know I would give you mine, give you mine
G-d couldn't give a better sign, better sign
To show me that i'm in prime than killin
Red blood drippin' off my
Fucking pitbull's lips
Triple the digit's of six
Six days went by, on the seventh day, I shine
7th Ward diamond minds
Hollow hit your face, oven roast your jaw
Number one rule don't talk with
The folks at all
In San Antonio, got folks to call
Had GD's pulled up on the 8
Target practice baby only thing is I'm
Not the shooter, Im the bullet, bIAATCH!
G'd up from the feet up a-B-C D-E-F
I'm a G to the end the end
Rudolf, and Pitbull, they gon' help you sing this song.
I love just who you are,
I ain't gon' try to change ya.
You are a shooting Star,
That's why you are
Rudolf, and Pitbull, they gon' help you sing this song.
I love just who you are,
I ain't gon' try to change ya.
You are a shooting Star,
That's why you are
to murder me (Naw hold up man don't shoot, I live over there)
Land of the beautiful (ay, ay man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
, or shut up, or get routed!
I'm from the streets and I hang with killers
I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers
Wodie respect my hood,
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