Lyrics:
sweet, He get cut like some cake
If you die by the gun then I guess that's your fate (Like Hollup)
Every opp shot, Can't lack, We whack
Man that nigga
they all waved good-bye
And so began our three day journey
We picked up a guy holding a sign that said "twine ball or bust"
He smelled real bad
they all waved good-bye
And so began our three day journey
We picked up a guy holding a sign that said "twine ball or bust"
He smelled real bad
I've been better, I'm in bed and
I'm embedded, man, I have lived better
I've seen better days, man we all have
Twenty twenty's nothing but
Listen me, dem Timid
Bruce Lee, a so mi pen bad
Kick dem wid lyrics, di woll a dem aah retreat
Delete dem entrance
See me? really need repentance
Evil
to me when you've figured it out
I'm a lover
Born with a sword in my hand
Been a force with the words sure I'm more than a man
But before this I meant,
with a bad bitch stuffing the bags
Dope fly when the spoon drop you know I kept the mask
Niggas try run in on the spot that’s why I kept the mac
Gold
to me when you've figured it out
I'm a lover
Born with a sword in my hand
Been a force with the words sure I'm more than a man
But before this I meant,
cool
Even though they know I found her, her roommate got the 4.0
Now I gotta deal with failing class, my mind crazy man I need to go
Changes, so many
the day that you said you was a bad boy
Man I should have listened when you said you was a bad boy
You took control of me
I thought you would change for
How do you want to be remembered?
As being rich?
Yeah, yeah, uh
Visions of seeing my self as somewhat different
Reality got me feeling
gauge you still dying with that .40
He a drunk driver, all my guns got no job , they got fired
He talking tough I don’t believe him he a bad liar
Blow
I keep it cool, baby
Kid Cudi, riding the cuddy
As by the girls yeah they on scream love me
Double oh represent it til I'm finished
Ask bout GOOD
know them by their fruits
Grapes are not gathered from thorn bushes nor figs from thistles are they
So every good tree bears good fruit but every bad
denim jeans from the crack I’m flippin
I’ll get it by all means in these bad conditions
Everything is up when you in the basement
Everything’s brand new
Hair done, nails done yep
Bitch I'm looking Good
And this ain't designer shit na
Bitch I'm looking Good
Dress tight, ass sitting right
Bitch I'm
killers.
[Verse 3: Ruc]
96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings
Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
each block, ten spots, a hundred different villians
be your man for the night
Lemme know if your riding
Tell me your intentions for the night oh
The way you feeling on me so right oh
You a little
Man, I think I’m changing,
but it’s prolly a good thing,
I don’t have a filter no more,
I’m seeing red on my mood ring.
I used to try to argue
all on my shorty
I ain’t really with that cappin shit
Man all that shit bore me
I’m getting used to the glory
Started down bad had a different type
clapping for you girl your worth spoiling
Like ouu
God leave me by myself
People are bad for my health
Riding through my city it's just Raleigh in the wind
to feeling out of it
Can't wait to get out of this whip
Bring my ass to the crib, I'm tired
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my
broke bitches cause it's bad for my health
Cause baby I'm the man
Told her bag that money, lil baby come put it in my hand
Girl I stand on business better
dance in that pussy, tell me when to go
I'm tore up, feeling like I'm 'bout to throw up
One night with me this bitch about to blow up
Man, don't play
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