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neck, and then chews it, pointing at me, blood dripping right down her chin, cocks her head, then she does it again
(Verse 3) I left a bible in
of kids caroling
Singing and doing their dance
Motivated by the particles
Articles written on a barnacle
Nautical not now hold up
I'm dropping in
Slide down
deliver
Uh, out in Russia you might shiver
See the moonshine inside my liver
George shot Lenny by the river
(Uh)
Dipping tobacco inside of my lip
[Verse 1]
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your
nines, I be poppin' ya
Witness a nigga from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia
Two killas at your front door, three killas at your back door
These hoes
People start walking people start talking
T'was the hail of the fire that rained down
From a cowards cloud
It brought desire desire for change
One by
the fucks
Three Or Die
Three fucking died tonight
She was by your side
Now ya' died
Now the demons ride
Look into her eye's
Feel the fire hidden deep inside
thing she got Beretta's
She always know how to keep the pressure
Three hundred and fifteen til' the day I die
My boys always down to slide
But talk shit
(woo)
That money turned me to a slave (slave)
I bought some chains and a brand new whip (uh)
Everybody on my drip now (drip)
This a stick up, get down
Feeling down, top me up
Feeling down, just top me up
Feeling down, top me up
Feeling down, just top me
Feeling down (feeling down)
Just top me up
in the door, pedal to the floor
I'm routin' down South, for my aim is to score
Eight cylinder, screamin' 'Fuck the law!'
Got a tank full of gas,
life â¬" Doesnâ¬"t hold me down
Weâ¬"re king and queen â¬" Baby take your crown⬦
3:07
Yeah, I got some sign language for ya
3:11
You never say no
ordered to war
So at 3:45, which, by the way, is a quarter a to four
Somebody ask me for change for a dollar
While I spray your ass with four different
This a token of my affection
Wrote these thoughts down on this paper while you were resting
As you get older, your life takes a direction
When it
make the gun charges
3 door coupe when I'm done talkin’
Who ya chick love, never once called her
In the driveway I'm not the one stalking
In designer
and a twenty
I pulled out the 3 ones cause it was the least that I could do
Rolled down my window half way and called for the man
He was sitting now looking
last night, when they was driving down Castleton
The whip was badly crashed, come on, you do the math
They probably smoked a bag, no seatbelts, they
Slide with a four-o Glock
Talking all that talk so his ass got shot down
He ain't know we was gon' pop out
Now his ass talking 'bout, "Calm down"
Oh,
My first rifle was a 243 (Winston Parvick
Put the gun down and come to the door)
That Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me
I still fly that Southern
door
Everybody better hit the floor
Give me the weed and out you'll go
Bad kids on a dead-end street
Told Smurf to get the keys to the Jeep
Three
There's a four by four, blacked out four door
Ice cold six pack in the floorboard
That's got my name on it
Hot little chick, cherry bomb red
too you
Bang you nice back doors I'm a scrape the floors
Look at your personal silk on the camcorder
Then hit bed springs my thumb's
it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm, cause she stared
Don't know
if you don’t got the mine set
The stars gave birth to the moon
Don’t ever abort your sun
We count down like 3 2 wait you was almost the one
You shine
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