Lyrics:
like flour
I got hittas I pay by the hour
I know a couple of real niggas
I know a couple of real killas
Shoot ya like Tommy, no Hilfiger
You run
We smoking good all summer 'til they kick us out the villa
Berry Backwood full of killa for the ones no longer with us
Damn my shawty she a killer,
Niggas got bankroll
Stacking up pesos in the city
Killas be lurkin
Tryna merk something in the city
Bitches be suckin and
First night fuckin up in
with killas
They gorillas
Dont know why he told
The landlord kicked my mama out
She really didn’t have feelings
(Eviction)
I was young
Tryna figure
to get it by myself, nobody gave me nothin
Trap baby, young nigga, grew up in the trap
Drug deals and homicides, yeah, I witnessed that
Humble Money, South
ya heard? (Slim Thugga!)
Love all y'all, I'm ya boy
Fre, fre, fre, fre, Fresh! (Young Jeezy)
Now let's talk about....
[Chorus] + (Slim Thug Ad-Libs)
need to get ghost, shit
Got Killa K and young flacko mase
You know we 'bout to get throwed
Bitch, my car top is that rag
(rag) , Levi's on, no sag (sag)
Outlaw) Pac do it like that
(wassup nigga get ya cash on)
Rhymin' and stealin', sellin' five million
(Kadafi, Napoleon, EDI, Young Noble
Fatal Hussein)
wack MC nim z domu wylazł
Już wyłączał swój mikrofon za namową Ein Killa
Chwila I znowu w latach kiedy mogłeś latać
Bo akurat nadszedł przypływ stylu
Now my money up every single time I upload
Cut Throat Killa Killa
But you never seen bloodshed
OmenXI I I, I'm the king, give a fuck less
Unless you
thang G thang
Hey i said
We some young killas outa make It to the top
Got a deal on the table my team Never take a loss
It feels good when you moving Like
explorations eat em like dinner nem (dinner nem)
Melting they faces while off the killa chem (killa chem)
Go read the comments see who you're bitter than
Bitch
boogie non violent.
Clean off the porch with a tank on e
young braveheart sumn like a geek
Quick to kick knowledge but dont like preaching,
Naughty By
em'
Back to Benning Road
Strippa bitches in my kitchen with
The semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap
By your side, all along, this is where you belong
Corazón, in your eyes
I see love like a fire
The night is young, my heart is light
I know you wanna
nigga, real beat killa
Sinti nan ta papia, no ke gun me, pero worry
Hmm
Sinti nan ta papia, no ke gun me, pero worry
Hmm, haha
Hopi ko bo no sa mes
Tur e
dacula plus the young mob nigga that's smother shit
For the scrill my real niggas noting know who it feels
[Verse 2: Fed X]
Put your guns up gather
plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin'
plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin'
have to have those young girls fool ya, you dig?
Trick ya outta your check, so you can learn about it
Don't try to play if you ain't ready for it
like, "Who that?" (Uh, uh)
Body for a body, where I'm from, young niggas, they do that (uh, uh)
They didn't shoot at me, so who the fuck they shoot at?
killas coming trough with bubble ups to pick up double ups
And put him in that muthafuckin long black hearse
I mean, once you gone nigga you layin in
in that house, we got FN not 9's (not 9's)
My credit so A1 with killas, I be paying my fines (my fines)
Opps be on my dick in song but I don't pay
What's Gucci my nigga? What's Louis my killa?
I feel like I can't follow in nobody footstep
Getting GuWop
(You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
At your
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