Lyrics:
By myself at best, niggas know I'm a threat
Came in the game comin' at everybody's neck (everybody's neck)
Game on lock (on lock)
Remember days, had
crusing
Talking shit we left a brusing
Oooo left a brusing ooo fell in love shot by cupid
Oooo we gonna fuck you up we gone fuck you up
Take a 3-0
Money in my shot released like Currys It's all pre-ordered, so it's gone in a hurry
Got my slime with me, he love to kill but hate to bury
Yeah, you
Yea, one shot that's all it is don't even think about it
Shoot take your pick it won't make you alcoholic
Seen some homies off the liq, finally get
humble
Insecure, can't tell her I love her
I only love Jesus, my bed, and my mother
I just got a book and I call it my cutter
A heart made of stone
It cut
Like what? Grah
Ahh! Like what?
Ahh! Every opp shot, everything dead
Ahh!
Niggas they could never feel my pain
Was alone through the storm I
Was
steady
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin'
Lil Momma I love p****, but I ain't lickin'
Now prepare yourself for some new dick'n
You
"Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?"
[NLS]-"Nigga, who the fuck is this?"
[MP]-"This P, nigga, whats happenin'"
[NLS]-"This ain't no mutha fuckin'
like Rambo, get shot down by the Commando
Call your co-defendant sing like D'Angelo
No problemo, but upstate you sing soprano
Police sadimize, a man
on the block
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh yuh yuh)
That's all we know
Aye
Black boy got shot up by the cop
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
That's all we know
Aye
Placa
up
Look
Love it Hate it
Don’t give a fuck I’m amazin
Take shots faded
Leaning back like the matrix
I’m staining her lips
Give her a tip and kick her
out that we cousins
With the last name Love and
Could've been some blood shed
But thank God that it wasn't
Roses stank but I buy 'em by the dozen (By
shot down by gun
It was fun
Oh yeah
It was fun
We were young girl,
we were dumb,
Doing things that we never done,
Our love shot down by gun
It was
love me? Told her baby Imma keep it P
Bitches callin' back like bae I'm sorry
Let's just keep it brief
You only good for head and even then you sucked it
was realer than me
I'm 'bout to take 'em 4th quarter
I can feel it in me
Catch 'em on the inbound
Watching for the shot clock
5-4-3-2-1, pull up for
そう we're the nice guy (hey) 揺らす (ho) キミの (hey) 心 (ho)
Swingin', swingin' 離さずに (連れてくよ! A-S-A-P)
ほらノリでまた (hey) 繋ぐ (ho) 指先が (hey) love you (ho)
何を着てたって
~Static~ "Quik you're not a gangster we're not" ~Static~
Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in
a shoot my shot like I'm Jordan
Dunking in that p***y like Michael in the Garden
I'm so awesome
Body froze got that cheese like Wisconsin
Hate it when they
(Ah)
Go and see your kids, I be there
You gettin' shot up
(Boom, boom, boom, you gettin' shot up)
Yacky in that Jag, do a hundred
Pourin' Wock' up
the bar, too crowded in V.I.P.
Couple more shots of 'Tron and I'm a leave
But then I walked up on the coldest thing I done ever seen
She's one
cross P
Four: balance my hatred and love more
E: try to stay alive, I only live once
Six: never let fear control me, dunn
G: make the money, money never
Written by : Cecilio Joseph
R.i.p the woo
Pop smoke , Brooklyn
Niggas know the vibes wit us
We ain’t never been them type of niggas to play wit
side you got to know
Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about
Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house?
It
consider it cah I look like joker (Yah man)
I love the color red anytime I have sweet dreams it's there in the theater (Manchester)
R.I.P Granny R.I.P J Dean
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