Lyrics:
They brought guns, I brought roses to the mosh pit (to the mosh pit)
I don't fuck with Britney she too toxic (she too toxic)
I was off that Whitney, no
gonna
Him hear rounds from a Calico gun cocks
I was returnin' the favor
Why we even comparin' namе to name?
I been surpassed his and then somе
Who y'all
it
Evil spirits hide at total strangers, yo' life's in danger
Prepare n**** be aware, 'cause we ain't scared
M.O.B., 'til I die, when we ride n
a splurge on my kind
Sippin' on a fifth of Rose wine
Yeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-muthafuckin' Bone
Gettin' my tipsy on strong, always stay packin' that
at 850 pounds; guns n' roses!
Get in the ring(x16)
This song is dedicated to all the guns n' fuckin' roses fans
Who stuck with us through all the fucking
Little nigga keep sendin' shots
Told him stop with the cap
Hit his ho 'cause she tight on the rent
It's a movie, look at the life that I live
Sparklers
a fuck n*gga (fuck n*gga)
We up poles you can try your luck n*gga
Big gun, boy you know what's up n*gga
Your hoe looking like she wanna fuck n*gga
I'mma
bodies with shells and leave n****z
With a story to tell, uh-huh
Listen up I got a story to tell
On the streets we got guns and drugs for sale
Cause
ain’t tv.
Life of da fittest take off on feet ima grab dis gun if u try to jump me ain’t no hoe in my blood ima beast ima feast Whipin dees niggas up off
war
All these choppers in the crib
Look like a gun store
And the rose gold look like
Duck sauce in the Maybach
With a young broad why the fuck
Would I
on my Patek
Took them cuffs off totin' automatics
This the shit we get a rush for
All this rose gold look like duck sauce
In the Maybach with a young
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Niggas know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
D O double N.I.E., nigga
I come here and talk my shit and leave, nigga
You got two choices,
been telling me to calm down
Maybe you should breathe my n***a
Im a whole different breed my n***a
Life got changed from a tweet
Go figure
Never seen
you ain`t
It`s like this on mine, potna
By all means, I got the ball
So it`s your life, not mine n****, so you make the call
Now, I can blow your
so my soul
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A
30.06
like girbauds
These niggas change up just like clothes this n**** pussy where yo rose
N**** I’m who you wanna be you can come wit yo best plot but that
by targets
Whole team full of billers and barer's
When we cleaned out Fawcett road it was like 4 Oz's s in the carpet
Us man the hardest
Student life
go me and my n***** on go
I live a life of crime
These n***** be capping in rhymes
I can't fuck with these bitch n***** i ain't got no time
I can't
time I'm passin' 'em
It's time for some, time for some, time for some
Niggas bring ya guns and ya 9's along
Why?
Remy Mas on the microphone
The levels,
So if you see me winning don't be mad at me
Just be inspired by the fact that you act like me
N' if you think it's anybody but your own fault
Cuz you
Road Runna
Yeah
I can tell by how you walk that you ain't got no gun
You don't wanna war wit us, my youngins shoot for fun
Pocket full of bands,
and let's clear these n****z out
Ay ay man, wha**up n****?
Yo, well this Lench Mob n****!
[Gun shots]
Now clearin' em out meant casualties
you bitch ass niggas)
Yo, the revolve' or the mati's cool
Knife game like Daddy Cool's, since Bally Shoes
This is real life street shit, truest
station, where you get your gas.
Then there's Dixie Rose Deluxe's,
Honky Tonk, Feed Store, Gun Shop, Used Car,
Beer, Bait, Barbecue, Barber Shop, Laundromat.
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