Lyrics:
said, "Why don't they just get rid of the guns
Like they did in Australia?"
I sat there befuddled and said
"I don't know what to tell ya
But
switch that?
Nigga pay attention, prolly' found out how I flipped that
Say he want smoke, we all know that’s big cap
Take me as joke, nigga where yo ditch
Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
Thats why the Johnny gun I'm holding
Wet niggas up like
know I'm gettin' the bread
Cause everything I spill ill I'm
Kinda sick in my head the gun I grip so big
Even if it hit you fingertip you'd be dead
But
the right amount
Don't hit my line if you still coppin' by the ounce
You claim you ball, well swing that check kid I'm tryna bounce
Big faces, I'm talking big
you shake hands with the people you see
And watch the kids dance round that big Christmas tree.
You ask about work and you ask about pay;
They'll
Money
Head cappo, 'cause shots round the big apple
Ain't never been no punk, my guns bust directly at you
Would of sworn he was the thoroughest, came
Brothers i keep
Beat all the odds
See all thee sheep
Peep all my peoples
They Lay in the streets
Die by the gun and they die by police
Apparently we pay
eyes I had to tint out the ride
Twenty Twenty Aint come by surprise
I just used it for the time
I was always on the grind
Pick up the backend brought
Willie Chicks, Willie crisp, big fun
Ma, you worry none, the minks come with the guns
Prada, the Gucci, it's all in Bird fun
I'm sittin' in my truck,
lost their kids
Nine kids death and one gone mad
This is the big nightmare of the man
Who was once the little kid with the gun
The quiet kid was
be down the boulevard in down the street
Got a big box, got a big gun with a big drum
I'm sipping big rum i'm making niggas run
I make the bitches fuck
take your baby mom's advice
I'm nothing sweet, ill with the guns, you pay the price
When you see me in the streets soldier, salute me
You just a groupie,
the middle of the night I hear gun shots go off by my window, window
Dear father
It ain't easy, it ain't easy; it ain't easy, it ain't easy 'round here
sanctuary's sake
Being the victims of honor killings still permissible in numerous states
By fanatical law a shamed husband can gun 'em down you see
When it's
or sumthin'
Man y'all ain't even gotta pay something
'Cause for free I'ma drive her crazy
[Chorus]
I ain't got nothing but money out the azz hole
Big
money out the ass hole
Big money big stuntin' how the game go
New benz new hummer with the tag low
Shake your body get them dollars off the dance floor
calamari
Boy good luck ain't talking charlie
.45 waist, ride with a K
Let it off, spray
Bitch don't call me yo bae (Yea yea)
Riding around with a big big
People they say I'm crazy
U know better just better pay me
And don't play me crazy
Ruger in my pocket I feel like James Bond Yeee
Be damn if u get
Feelin' like a F-14
Top gun
I'm a maverick
Prototype, 1 of 1
Feelin' like a F-14
Top gun
Nothing average
Prototype, 1 of 1
Feelin' like a F-14
I think it means, we're in trouble
Big trouble and
If he is as bananas as you say
I'm not taking any chances"
"You are just what the doc ordered"
I
to see if I'm a G
Weighing 165 and I'm high till I fucking die
Thug Life in this motherfucker catching wreck
Big Stretch hit me off when I hit the set
But
to see if I'm a G
Weighing 165 and I'm high till I fucking die
Thug Life in this motherfucker catching wreck
Big Stretch hit me off when I hit the set
But
to chose them
Made improvements
Now I make big boy movements
Bad boy momentum
Bad boys in the mentions
Not to mention the dms or the girls that send em
Black
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