Lyrics:
for somebody with a pompadour
I was crossin' the street when shots rang out
I didn't know whether to duck or to run, so I ran
We got him cornered in
came with the plan
I came with a Glock, bullets run out, niggas getting socked off top
We were selling dope, like we was from the rock
Off pot,
the million dollar bill folded with green blinds
Chairs is a hundreds for shams I run that hole in quickies
Dollar bills is 'intendos the windows is folded
tells us so
Your Words of Hate, Don’t Resonate with me
Your Words of Hate, Don’t Resonate with me
America runs concentration camps. Ocasio-Cortez tells us
from the city with a pirate on the scoreboard
These country boys'll tow tractor in an old Ford
Yeah, son, I'm talking bout where I'm from
My town's
dressed in Tom Ford
I tell her keep clappin' that ass just like an encore
Yeah, big pimpin'
She been makin' it clap, no hands
Makin' love
A Ford radiator an' a Chevrolet coop
I handed it in
For National Defence
Settin' in a boat with a bucket of beer
Hadn't caught nuthin' but didn't
I went down to the fishing hole
And I set down with my fishing pole
Somethin' grabb'd my hook and it got my bait
And jerked me out in the middle
know I don't fold under pressure
I'm back on the road, I get low on the pedal
We live by the codes of the ghetto
I'm closing this out with my memo
ain’t came this far to die no lie (no lie)
No game life (no life)
Luig luig with the pipe
And I don’t need the king running off with my first dime
co-operated
And they fall
Right out of the ship into the fucking sun
Made they couldn't even fucking run
We were blocked by Tara Strong after seeing it
She does
I’m still the same
Just aiming for position
Tryna get in the range
They say I need
To switch up
(Switch up)
Turn to a
Different page
Well ion run it by
started cuffing
I put the Gucci on ha, and she love it
By myself I got to stay focus
I put all this shit in motion
Go run it up no discussion
Found out she
the million dollar bill folded with green blinds
Chairs is a hundreds for shams I run that hole in quickies
Dollar bills is 'intendos the windows is folded
We wasn't dirt poor but we didn't have enough
Started with a gram now I'm smoking like the plug
When Mackology hit the track u know he run it up
and
Fuck up our country
Sheeple trust Trump, guess they must love the money
Dollar signs run the world, Jamaican track team
Alt-right leaders pay the feds so
important
She's all for it
Blaze one scorch it
Sleeping on her boyfriend
Looking for enjoyment
Hoes on me but i'm not whoring
Told her floor it Ford Taurus
couldn't afford losing
That's how I jumped into a foreign right out of a Ford Fusion
Small Ruger, drive, shots run you down like Carl Lewis
Or I can have
I'm not fucking spitting
All right, but
Need to start asking yourself
What would Jayden do whenever you get into A dilemma
Better to be inspired by
on my shit I think her name was Lita
Member I told u tht lil bitch was a eata
Just by the way she done walked like a diva
Scoop up ur bitch fucked tht
Lita, she slammin' that guy
We goin' through the rims, hittin' driver like fly Uh, niggas run to the net, and I don't know why
He made that post, now he
A Ford radiator an' a Chevrolet coop
I handed it in
For National Defence
Settin' in a boat with a bucket of beer
Hadn't caught nuthin' but didn't
fucks
I hate whoever you like, I think your hero sucks
I send 'em a, old-fashioned "fuck you" like middle fingers
Thrown up by little old ladies with
It's Mr. I don't give a fuck up on the top floor
Smelling like a bag of weed mixing with my Tom Ford
Used to bag it up then I would stuff it in
.jpg/200px-Lita_Ford_at_Jones_Beach_2012_01_(cropped).jpg "Lita Ford")
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