Lyrics:
the size of Swizz's nose
But that's gettin' old
We gone bring it up to date
N' niggas know that I spit shit for yo
I'm a grown ass man, I don't play with
hearing about his son is the cops are his friends
Only time he heard your name in a sentence with gun
When you told and got a nigga sentence for one
He
energy
You know that like ohh yaya
You know say I wanna be by your side
Oh ya yaya
Girl You looking hella fly hella styly
Girl you know I’m fucking with
on the money
I play with the Hundreds
Boy took a shot to the head like Concussions
Pour up The Wok this is not Robitussin
No green
Green face emoji that Shit is
up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts like clothes
But I'm from the pound and we don't love them hoes
How could you
say we all tools , makes sense
cos I guess you tried to use me like
Answer these questions one time
Tell me if you like it when you play with my mind
Fuck what they think
It's about what we know
(Divine Bars, stupid)
Now don't play games, don't say names
Come through with the guns out, brrap,
on 'em
I did this here by myself I ain't need no big homie
Won't make a move without my gun, I keep that stick on me (bang)
My life's so filled with
signature
The bugs are back
Ring's so heavy, I can't answer the phone
I don't want to kill them
Shut up, I don't want to kill anybody
Put the gun down,
group ever did it? Three 6
First I got married to money, then to the game
I just got married again you play with my wife
And I'll blow out your
motherfucker push
I'm affiliated wit more terrorists then g bush BITCH!
Verse 2
(Juicy J)
We got them niggaz gettin wild gettin buck
Havin fits
Hand
smoking out the
Pound since the chronic, nigga now it’s KK
And these hunnids got you
Niggas acting violent
But you don’t want this gun play
Cause I
doing wrong
I pop you once in your head with that goddamn chrome
Don't give a fuck motherfucker
If your family moarn
Shouldna stepped to me dawg
cause you already see
the Notorious B-R-A-T)
The raw combination, the destination,
Number one tote a gun with no hestiation
Live with the funkdafied cutie
step on your pretty face.
And when I'm through with you, I'll forget you like you were nothin'!
(Dialog: Celph Titled and J-Zone)
(J-Zone:) Hahaha
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
average groupie
I've seen her dancin'
To hell with romancin'
She's sweat, wet
Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' flat
Logic
Talk shit, get hit, nigga
This is a world premiere
Logic, Juicy J, College Park
Takin' 'em back to 2011, my nigga
It's a good day (good
pardon me
But
I’m amazed by your beauty
And
Don’t want to bother you
But
To make you smile is my duty
Yea
Your voice so soothing
I
Bet that pussy so juicy
to a hoe after a show
Homie, I don't play that shit one bit
Fuck around and get your head cut off like quick
Psychopathic bitch boy, peep the axe
to a hoe after a show
Homie, I don't play that shit one bit
Fuck around and get your head cut off like quick
Psychopathic bitch boy, peep the axe
leave you covered in feces
With one thesis ("LL Cool J is hard")
Every little boy want to pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up
With one thesis (LL Cool J is hard)
Every little boy want to pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
But
to Niko, J and Chubbs, shouts to Gibbo
We got Santa Margherita by the liter
She know even if I'm fucking with her, I don't really need her
Aww, that's how
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