Lyrics:
the triangle like I'm phill Jackson
Pussy boy better stop or we'll take actions
Me and the bros are a big faction
Sitting in the whip with my girl we don't talk
the neighborhood bully.
Well, the chances are against it, and the odds are slim
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
'Cause there's a noose
of the
Year."
Now I've been asked by all the delegates--and members of the board,
To tell you of the funeral that won me this award.
It was handled with taste
I told that pussy "Face the ground"
I pushed my hammer in his ribs
Bro came back with a bag, that's when I knew
So I cuffed him like the CID's
I'm just a young nigga making music ima make a living out of it
And every time i'm talking music people always seem to have doubt on it
But those are
the action, where are they at?
See, you niggas never really been ducked out
But got enough mouth to get snuffed out; roof the rough route
We don't play
with my gun
Niggas killing innocents
And i will not be one
Like Are you dumb huh are you dumb
Aint no concealing the toolie
Niggas been actin so moody
do demand
What you don't understand
What you don't understand
Beating on that pussy
Till it cum
I went and had a threesome
This bitch cheated for
Ayo, turn the, turn the music up some more
In the headphones for me
Check it out
You ready, it's Bumpy Knuckles baby
Sendin' this out to my
Ayo, turn the, turn the music up some more
In the headphones for me
Check it out
You ready, it's Bumpy Knuckles baby
Sendin' this out to my
no
Lame ass niggas no more
Bein bullshit by bullshit niggas (for real)
Am I my brother's keeper?
Theres no need to ask, I'm the creeper
Million dollar
a dumb-ass fool to let these opps take me (I got my gun on me)
Rest in peace, my dawg, man, this shit for life (gang shit)
Rest in peace, my dawg, man,
gun but they know damn well shit tucked
Bitches want heat but I freeze them when I raise my wrists up
Another thing tell these pussy niggas quit hating
by drive by
Said my sweet baby
Let me love you my sweet baby
Drive by drive by drive by drive by drive by
Waiting for God to help these sheep
Met a kid
of niggas, bitches, and critics, they all the same
Lame games they playin', lyin', tryin' me for my name
I stick my dick in your podcast
Tell the bitch
Younger.......Nigga Staking Old
Here to break these Records Not by Cookathon
Life's Turn By Turn
In my Pride just like a Lion.....
Ya Pussy Na Fire,I be
havin' fun
The magic circle is the magic gun
Shooting for a golden star
Bigger than America
Loadin' up an' havin' fun
The magic circle is the magic gun
for me (for me)
You'll always be my one and only (only)
Baby girl, would you bust your gun with me? (Yeah, yeah)
Lie to the feds if they come get
for me (for me)
You'll always be my one and only (only)
Baby girl, would you bust your gun with me? (Yeah, yeah)
Lie to the feds if they come get
Champagne wishes and caviar dreams
A team that's gettin' C.R.E.A.M
With sales of fishscales from triple beams
I gleam, livin' the live of Riley, packin'
top
She wildin shawty must be off Moscato
When I pop them shot's
You pussy nigga's kno' them bitch's hollow's
And everywhere I go
I keep them gun's up
are bunch of pussys
Now hear the reaper speak
Use to do crimes now
I'm on my grind
But this shit ain't working out
For me and my life
I Need bring it
(Hit-boy)
Had to take my jewelry off for this shit, man
Na, na, na, na, na
Had to take money out pocket and everything, before I even start
survival
Late night, Valhalla, roll it out the bible
914, every corner store got a nigga with the raw
Just bring your straw
Piff by the Oâ??s, pussy
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