Lyrics:
to flex gun cause i got this drip dark shadow by Rick
rip lil peep pussy motherfuckers gangsta on reels
Instagram gangsta get out of me
Rack on my vest like
a sermon
Spittin' sick is a gift
I've been blessed by the lord
Been the illest since they snipped
My umbilical cord nigga
Yo, what the fuck is up man?
Jae Love is on the side and never looking corny
Fellas blow the trumpets 'cause I'm feelin' kinda horny
Shanté's feeling horny
Shanté's feeling
I roll with two or three hoes (it goes)
If we are talkin' bout bros, cuz they wack but I love em all (yuh, yuh, wack!)
Regardless if they heartless
to get you
can't no love be in yo heart
by the way fuck these hoes too
you know they just as devious as negros
that ho don't love yo ass
damn fool if you
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
cause you smile, showing love to my kin
For shizzle my nizzle, from here McGregor we swang and bang
And in Peru hotting dudes, chopping by is from
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
Uh, I love the pressure, pressure'll build ya character stronger
Here comes the pain, you'd much rather be back on the corner
That paranoia, have
all love
We promise
We'll always pay homage
cround the hood,
Good!
It's no thang,
When you heavy in the game
Show yall what some real gangstas is at
So
His parents tried to buy his love but never
Even let him have his own fuckin' thoughts
Growin' up my family
Would joke about the day that one of my
Motherfuckers caught me slippin, I hate that bull shit
Dayton for life, gangsta love
I gotta go back there, I get back, fuck that punk shit
way
Humble enough to happily watch you grow while I melt
Strong enough to go down lonely roads by myself
Enough gangsta' in me
I gotta' enough gangsta
is lit as shit
As if Tetris taught me how to build me up from brick
By brick
By brick
By brick
I run this town
I aint ever slowin' down
(No never)
100
Bentley's, and Camaro's
Sendin' shots, unlimited
We ain't run out of ammo
You sayin' this you sayin' that
Bro what the fuck is up
You be talkin' way too much
up a cricket
You can tell by the way he walking, the way he talking, that nigga bout' that shit
On the phone with Fooly, I'ma leak our fucking song if
Nigga, this shit is about respect to me
Love to see when I walk up in the club
A nigga run up on me, tellin' me I'm the realest nigga livin'
Nigga, you
Oh no the radio
Has got me by the ears and won't let go
Oh no the radio
Is playing that song again
Oh no no no no the radio
Follows me
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
Heh Heh
Yeah goddamn it's that old gangsta shit
Right there boy goddamn
Shit heh heh
This is Dope Fiend Willy from the last mothafuckin' record
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
got hens out there
I'm not a sex symbol, gangsta or activist
I just bubble like acid in a glass of Cris'
My pen's is Illmatic, plush robes drag across
Remy and drink nigga, Thug Luv
(Thug Luv biatch) nigga, what time is it?
Where my niggas at? Yo' I don't give a fuck
Where you lay at nigga
It's time
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