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Just finished a show now we straight out the door got a bag and it looks like a ransack
I'm a 5 foot 10 savage and I don't hold back when it
loose
Good or evil
You got to chose
Niggas confused
Life is hard
But is so easy to lose
Niggas are killing each others
Mothers crying another brother is
known of you for three years
I'm uh dangerously in love with the streets
She sets me free I keep the chop wit me
Cause nigga's out here on a killing spree
Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing
Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out
Like Arnold on that, "What you talkin' bout,
Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing
Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out
Like Arnold on that, "What you talkin' bout,
with the Ruger, by the intersect sign
Hit 'em with a Tommy, so my niggas call me Pammy
And I always keep the jammy
In a truck or in a Lamby
Put my
the drilling
I know that you heard bout them killings
Ain't come for no women or children
I jus want a million
I'm gone get my foot in da building
I'm a keep
felt like killing my self
You kept me alive
What a pair
Me and you we was a match
Different tastes but you know opposites attract
By my side, held
Knew that love was phony(Phony)
I pop to forget I just took another O3(O3)
Don't remember shit now I'm numb to the hurting(Nah)
I been by my lonely(Whoa,
Take who you heard I am and times it by a thousand again
I can't sit through this no more
Get your foot out of my door
You me and the devil makes three
my toes down in my sheets
I'm all alone and it's killing me
Reusable bottle sits beside me (side me)
I'm doing this all for longevity
Money and women
kill, die every time
Everyone pretend like I got a turn against the light
They don't understand me, they don't see me by my side
1, 2, 3, 4
Do you know
Ahuh
Forevermore
Two, Two, Three, stickers
Yeah imma suck her up
From the bottom to the top
Imma call this girl my brand new love
She give me endless
Ken on the beat, Nike Airs on my feet
Skinny bitch, she petite, suck me till I fall asleep
I been up for like three days straight, cause I'm geeked
I
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
I'm finna go off on this Wayne classic!
(Six foot two!)
(Let me go, let me go!)
Ay, Ay
Confidence high like nine, two
She in love I'm tatted, six,
like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving
flavours
Play this LOUD
Piss off the neighbor's
Love my city but still flying overseas to buy acres
Foot on the GAS speeding racing
Lost all my
moments a Hustle
And everybody ain't gone love you
When it's harder to touch you
Ima G.A.N.G.S.T.A
C.R.I.P
Movin times 3
Out In D-wood
Where I'm livin all
of Earth sticker on the toilet at GT
He livin on through every single memory
He change my life by adding one to the family of three
It's cuz he gave my
antidote
Or you gon take this Ninja star thrown across the room and rite thru ya throat
Take ya head throw it in water by the golf club just to see it float
with my nigga's drugs
Upon the second floor was faced with three doors, chose the first
A ninja master showing his thirst for my life
But little did he
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
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