Lyrics:
Halal Feathers yeah
Press Machine, Press Machine ano Gang
Wassi Gang huh?
Tell 'em that we make it happen
Tell 'em that we make it happen
Tell 'em
and mistreated
By His name we casting out demons
Step on the block where they're scheming
Demonic influence beneath 'em temptation is easy
Shackles and chains my
I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ? 'em
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
I fuck three different
I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ? 'em
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
I fuck three different
Minus the teeth
Saved by the bell
Screech
Yea ima cannibal
Feast
No I can’t eat it
She couldn’t believe it
Baby be deep in the streets
Boy ima animal
bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who fuck it
He just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our niggas sitting
had a code of conduct and a ecosystem
Taking the time to tell old Atlanta we really miss 'em
What happened to Atlanta?
We went from repping zones
yeah, wow
No revolutionary gets old or so I'm told
You're left full of bullet holes when you tell the people go free
Oh, it's a matter of days before
boy dreams, sip out the cup for them real niggas
Post in the cut with them real killas
All banded up, so I'm by myself
No, I don't really be on no
yoself got you clutching on yo own
It's a shame how the niggas that tell you to trust em the most
Be the main ones lead you wrong
Its a shame how
tissues for your issues tell 'em blow this (bitch)
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin' every day down, waitin' on me long
You know
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
A shooting pistol
A milli really tell me whats the issue
Foes we running through em
Soft like they made of tissue
It aint a issue longs we get them
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
goes down, baby, all we got is us
You tell 'em this is history in the making, avoiding disasters
This run is for the green jacket, I fit the masters
what u tryna do, oou
You tell that this ain't nothing new, oou
Niggas asking 'round like who the new, dude
I been that nigga boy I thought u knew, oou
What ?!
I’m buying the by the brick (2 Paints)
In the trap where I’m doing my shift (All Day)
Pull up get a bag and dip (Dip Dip)
If I make em mad
Put 'em in a trance, I don't wanna make the bands
See me in the street but I don't wanna shake hands
Tell me in advance, I don't wanna make the plans
contract
Tell capo where to sign
I'm with the family, get it by any means n**** thug it out
Out to Miami, its nothing
But foreigns my n****s poppin out
You
my bad
Had to tell that boy to come fight back
Had to tear him down, had to strike that
I did not get this far by caring bout their feelings
Bruh, I'm
guns blow like dusty wings
Spend a band, push his wig back whenever revolvers spin
Toe tag 'em, floss flagging like it's all good
Tell niggas tee off
He said pull up, felt a switch hiss through the air
Bleeding out he pray to god
She tell him life ain't fair
I tell all my demons we can do it
We can
more money...
[Souljah Boy:]
It be the Mo Thug, it's buck, quick bandages
One of these soldiers just can't stand 'em
Make me had to do
of that when I approached the cat, I gotta hit him with the pain like bang-bang
Physically and mentally, a rider a nigga that'll tell 'em see
I bomb
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