Lyrics:
Quiet killer
Gettin' loud when you look into the mirror
I don't know how you could see it any clearer
But the person right in front of you is lookin
through, I gave Chris her friend
Get my Dream on, my shawty a 10, ya dig yeah
Get you one cuz I got that one [x3]
Get you one cuz I got that got that
It's
You should know, that we rollin' deep
Hittin' like a train kiss the floor
Don't be lookin' dumb 'cause I don't explain
I maintain, killaz catchin'
on time, cuz he's always on his grind
Sweetapple Wes mane
Ya, now who that still slingin cocaine
Lookin so strange
Ridin in his own lane while he gettin
cents a day
And we 20 trill in debt with all my money in your safe
The world don't give up much when you lute and pollute her
Ya'll gonna be dead soon
Game so Deep I'm bout to take her for a swim,
All these MILF's got me Lookin like the Chocolate Milk Man
Plus my Pull out Game got it drippin on her chin
by any means
When you see me in the tesla or some louis
Know I got all from green
How can you say that I ain't doin shit
Every day I'm in the streets
so I tried
To sell cavi but shit was too slow
So now I'm lookin for that fo'-do' lo-lo
Slow mo' West coast rider Eastsider
I'ma put it inside ya when I
win them cars, pull up I bet ya that menopause
Yea menopause like women drawers
Yea I bet i show ya how to kill that noise
Phantom of the opera pass
drippin', like the rain when it storm
These niggas say that they lookin', I'm finna show 'em
So many acres it look like a farm
Twenty-three million like
Getting down for the one which we believe in
Nineteen ninety three much more be ounce
Ice Cube comin' with the half ounce
Not just knee deep jeep
I tried
Lil' sister left me and I ain't been the same
I still see my daddy hidin' somethin' from me, and I think it's pain
I thought this money
and Big Gipp, yo we all some pimps
Gettin' money out the sexual industries
At the same, tryin' to get our slice
Never lookin' back twice, livin' in
shit cause I’m telling the truth I ain’t lying on this, Fr
I’m just tryna say how I feel (For real, for real, for real, ya) but look...
I know you never
Yeah, all my tank doggs
Salute my squad y'all
For Quan, you heard that Pavo
Alburn ya'll, now dance with this beat yo
All this money, eh gotta
(Damn)
Alkaholiks got the beats that'll make ya say (damn)
Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make ya say (damn)
Alkaholiks got the rhymes
Constantly, we get the cake
Three through eight, we graduate
Graduate, congratulate
Hit them all and buy the place
Keep the chopper by your waist
And savers,
blame
But is the money worth it if he don't love you the same
Memories made by maids love starts to fade
At the point where dad can't even tell you his
told her, "Chill, Gunther, get in your place"
Tried to call me by my government I spit in her face
Where you know me from?
(Yo, state ya name, ya
Ooh, hey yeah
Do you know how to leave, do you want to ride...ride
Ya see, it started off in St. Paul from the street of Old Nash
And it feels
asap asap man
Verse 3: Donutman
yeah i need that money asap
빨리 가져와 니 돈
너무 오래 기다렸어 이 순간 since i was young
한순간에 부자가 되는 꿈 like macklemore
하지만 난 되고 싶지 않다네
give a fuck
If I'm tore down, from the floor down
Six-feet deep in the cut
What the fuck done went wrong
How long will I be mourned?
When I'm gone,
in the game doing it like me
I’m surrounded by history
A legend in the making
K-Rino said homie that it’s
Mine for the taking
Can’t mess with
till 5, 8 days straight no caffeine break
Just money on the barrel and the barrel counts out
1, 2, 3 till I can breathe
Then it's 4, 5, 6 years deep in
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