Lyrics:
we live by ( gun shot )
Chorus:
""K Chrys""
Everybody put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz (put em up)
Everybody put ya hands up
""K Chrys""
Everybody put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz (put em up)
Everybody put ya hands up ..... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz
No kiss-up or punk-fake rapper
So I'm different? I must be new to this!
Now If you're in a displacement
Sick of looking at fake faces
Put your hands
on Patron, run grab by your phone
To the rhythm
Put them up! Hands up!
Put them up! Hands up!
Hands up! Put them up!
Hands up! Put them up!
Put them
run grab by your phone
Get on Patron, run grab by your phone
To the rhythm
Put them up! Hands up!
Put them up! Hands up!
Hands up! Put them up!
Hands
we out pon stretcha, come on
Okay, everybody get down if you feel me
Put your hands up to di ceiling
Everybody get down if you feel me
Come
a way of haunting
Even from an early grave
David
Why are you pretending to be someone else again?
Do you really think
Your stage make up can cover up
hope floats your boat
Over the dead sea, no more emergency
No longer blind to see God's mercy
Walking hand in hand
Walking through the sea
Looking back
by brick
I get my hands on it and make it flip
Slap her tongue w my dick, I just hit a lick
She make it twerk w my hands on her hips
Kush got me
quit calling the house
If I call, you're en route
It's a drought, you look out
I'm on edge, you put the palm of your hand on my head, squeeze
Please
notch inside your belt
I won’t give you the opportunity to have some power over me
By raining all your doubts you’ve bottled up to shower over me
Minor
got an icebox
Where my heart used to be starting a cold front
I roll up my sleeve huh I got a glock with me
In the party don't press hoes I'm good on ya
And the ghetto's what you honkeys made
[ Bushwick Bill ]
That's right, sittin up there in the White House
With your homosexual mentalities and female persuasions
she drop dead
I pulled up in a drop-top, she drop dead
My diamonds dancin', hopscotch, they holdin' hands
My diamonds dancin', hopscotch, they
me myself and they eye balling
Push, till my story’s told
What we built won’t break
Live by that code
Ride for my squad
One win we all win
I put that
in my hand
I've been ready to die
Put your guns in the sky
Cock it back, pull the trigger
Watch a bullet go fly
I ain't gon' let nah nigga
Treat me
I would pull up with electra, but there's no brain in your storm
Told them niggas put they neck up, and compensate for my word
I'm like sza, cut
an understatement
No snitches in my circle, ain’t talking affidavits
We not tryna be them, we modeled after David
Sword in my hand, carrying you head like a bay-bay
is enflamed for the road that you paved
The role that played, in fuckin' up hip-hop
You owe so you paid, the fo'-fo' close to your brain
Closer than
play no games
Ain't on the court like Shaq or James
Looking at me like I'm so strange
But I'm just grown, boy act your age, Listen!
You act up, get
and quiet
See David... what would you do without me
AAAH
Not long ago I got some news that put me in a bad mood
Without warning, next thing I felt my hands
roll it
I put my hand there, hold it
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
Lighters up, lighters up
he in there?
I got this number, I like your hair
It's a good day, for you to come by
Wanna see if David's here
In the doorway, she puts on a big big
Red - Get out of bed,
Fix up your hair,
I got paid and I'm bored,
Lets paint this town red.
Loco
Baby my truck is rolling,
My wheels are
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