Lyrics:
weren't nice round here, so we don't play by the rules
Please dead that, dead talk on your dead apps
Or I'll send my dawg to go fetch that
Ride out in jet
thoughts, never thought that I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride around bouncin' shit
From Impalas to that Harley truck
To dishraggin'
no sense of direction
Tension is building in a white heart pub
By the time we drove by the floor's covered in blood
Man next to me said oh, fucking
I was stranded on a west Texas highway
Walking for a mile wit my thumb out pointed in the right lane
3 a.m. see a sucker flash his headlights
Pull up
inches when I get in
Mami, tell me can u fit that
In that little clitoris
Promise before I put in
Ima lick and spit it in it
Hours how I devour
What da faq
Look alive look alive gripping on my 9 Afg we ride turn that nigga 3.5 Anything Grr
Bro caught him a m didn't vacate now he getting spun on the wing
chicken wings
Three times for my girls in the beauty shop
Four times OutKast and it don't stop
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now show me how
I'm with my darg like Dennis and Gnasher
1 got da splasher 1 got da masher
3 bro bro they caught him with a wappa
Still bang goals like Laca
Big
for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight
Young g we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
Cause we family for better or worse, you and I
From the dirt, you
(hey)
Fiending, I keep God with me, watch the demons (God)
Leaning, codeine in my blood and it's streaming (hoo, hoo)
Genie, you get three wishes,
you fly like Peter Pan
Don’t make no sudden moves
Or I’ll squeeze my southern tools
While I’m with my southern b-tch
26 inches no southern shoes
I ride
see, everybody like the look of the diamonds
Around the neck
Without a clue of how it got there
With all the blood, and the sweat
Ride the wave my nigga
my big big bone.
Ride spinners like 3-6 do. Let me do me nigga you do you.
Suck this clit till my shit turn blue.
Put a bitch to sleep wake me up
her
Put in another clip, cause I ain't givin' up nothin', my brother
Hitmen rollin' up in trenches
Sprayin' at my car, only missin' me by little
her
Put in another clip, cause I ain't givin' up nothin', my brother
Hitmen rollin' up in trenches
Sprayin' at my car, only missin' me by little
get my grind on
I gotta ride on crome
I stress to ya we got twenty inches on everything we own
Ca$h Money off the hezzay
Besides be
to ride
Up the mountain, higher up I climb
Never down kid, livin in the sky
Never nullified, by the other guys
I go Kamikaze if I ever die
When the sound
Lucii mixed this baby, haha luc, Luc, Luc
When I ride, I ride with intent (Intent)
Slip up and get cut up, drenched (Drenched)
I bully the opp boy ends
Zone three Aye!
We finna crunkin' bitch up (BME!)
Show y'all what some real gangstas is at
Some of y'all niggas just dunno (G-Unit!)
I'm
Keli block
Now I can hit it from the evening to Sunday
Pull up on you with the pipe you swinging my way
When I grab you by the waist and hit Monday
the fo'-fo')
[Krayzie Bone]
Don't be fuckin' with my money, nigga no,
See when Krayzie pull the pump, then I kill 'em all.
Pump slugs, when blood hit
it right
And there ya go
[Now everybody say]
Red light green light 1, 2, 3
[It go] Left foot right foot follow me
See this monkey don’t move by what
let me ride, it must be the shoes
Red and black G6's, red dot on the Glock
I'm goin three times platinum dawg, how do I stop? I'm hot
Girl if you got
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