Lyrics:
Suicide, suicide, suicide
Got one in the chamber
It's waitin' to take you right out tonight
Don't roll the dice, roll the dice, roll the dice
It's all
might moo ya
I'm in effect with another funky groove
Posse up, Mix-A-Lot is on the move
Attack!
Attack!
Attack!
Oh, here we go, I dropped my
But now he back on the Southern bricks, we gon' drink a lot and players smoke Newport
Uptown, hit the blush, or watch these diamonds blind you up
put up niggas
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it
Then turn
sir, yes sir, yes sir)
It's hard to align
(Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure)
Waiting on that release
Points A and B are staying in alignment
I'll
If you wanna battle ,ready up , fights on
Don't be racist, I'll hunt you like a bison
It's a cold day in hell if I battled you and I lost
Your bitch
wearing a wire
Play with paper You'll expire
Don't go by Sir bitch call me Sire
Javon the the CEO I'm the Empire
GVM Billionaire taking us higher
Now we're
sipping 'cause I get to tripping
My nigga just roll up a heap of that pine
And only bring a lil bit for the trip
Just in case we get blurped by the 5-0
BEATIN' I'll just say "let's roll"
I make another record and buy some gold
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
I'm like a one man crew, you see I don't
There is a whole lot going on now
T let's get this going
Hmm
Mac are you ready for this one
Yes Sir
You ready, haha ha
Yeah
You already know Na8
finger, no sorrys to you
Stick around and linger, I'll buy Ferraris for you
Got Campari in my tooth mixed with whiskey juice
Twisted and always pushing up
Roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
You don't have to go that far
You just slide in to my car
I got my eyes on 52 inch, wit my fingers
up, nigga don't be acting like you know us
Toast up, money circling the ground like vultures
Closer, I could show yo ways could expose ya
No sir, I
ain't ready
c Lot of men can't deal with women of my caliber
If you can't control her, bone her, own her then you mad at her
I walk by smelling like ylang
And we roll
He mix wit
Got caught by the
Now that nigga
Now that nigga dead
When up it I'm aiming for heads
I'll Heard they was laxking they filled em wit
a true survivor
I'll pay to get you wet: scuba diver
You try to ride, you be in the ER but
Ain't call an Uber driver
The tool'll fire and lift him up
When
yes sir you'll live and die right inside the cull
Oh man oh man how you're gassed and you're over
Red rover red rover send two fuck bois over
And I'll
Treasury or State?
I know it's a lot to ask
Treasury or State?
To leave behind the world you know
Sir, do you want me to run the Treasury or State
it's time to get ill I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting
the dealer
Hoodies up so you'll never ever see us
In my zone
Drink the liquor by the litre
Put my hands around a sexy senõrita
Call the geees then we go
a feeling that
Can't be denied
I'm in my zone
Yes sir
Yes I've arrived
Yes sir
You wanna role
Fa sho
I'll be your guide
Let's go
I'm loving Southern
and Sir T, IG, that's my team and
Bitch, you should know it's the three-headed demon
Sit back, dissolves, I never miss it
Roll up some dope, let's keep
school?
I could promise you, he ain't the right dude
Look at me girl, I see right through
You wanted one, so I'll buy two
I really need to sit here by
spit
This hangover from out our lip, we call it shooting from the hip
Hop right up on my dick, strip, we got ourselves a hit
I'll let her call all
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