Lyrics:
Rock out your front teeth like I lost mine, till death motherfucker yes it was worth the price, I need this take a risk and roll the dice, it's in my
the Cayenne
I told the judge, "Fuck it", I'm goin' on the run
You want it, my dawgs'll look out for the bond
And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides
We
where the proof?
(Where it's at, huh)
Slide down my block we gon' shoot
We gon' shoot (Brra, brr)
Lil' baby a thot, but she cute, but she cute
(yeah,
real mayne
This for everybody out there searchin for somethin
Ain't nothin wrong with makin it out
Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep movin
tunic
Fly designer all my units
Out in Houston where it's humid
Keep some ice on so I'm cooling
With a young Gaby Union that's gon put her back into it
down
And I'ma take one out and I'ma light it...
Just give me 10 minutes
I just need 10 minutes alone
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
check this, I know the bitch he rest with
I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it
(Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
riot on these church steps
Yelling out of pride, why lying, it ain’t working
Telling by the signs, he declined before he heard him
Can you hear me now,
[Jada]
Let's get it on
[DMX]
I only gave you the crown so I could shoot it off your fucking head
Why y'all niggas fucking dead, you heard what
time, yo
[Chorus 2X]
[Raekwon]
The year's 1990, everybody grimey
Crack was what's in it, the vehicles was 1-90's
Young shorties be gettin' their bread,
of the time when he can break the chain and get out
I ain't gonna make it
That's where he's been for twenty years
I ain't gonna make it out
And that's where
bring it I'm callin y'all
You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
I pop pop Honey/ Then I hug my pistol
Lovin since the Year of the Bunny/ 86/ Noooo
87/was the year I came in
Guard my heart like it was Heaven/ No
off his face
Had to pull the ap out it got stuck in my waist
Ima hop out the car shoot him right in his face
Been spent through the 8 man them niggas
(By us some snacks)
Shawty hold my number before she sent me her nudes (Sent me her nudes)
She told me, "Rylo, it's a honor, you know I dropped out
doesn’t last
And at last it will pass as you enter through the crash
Metaphor in mind, running out of time
Running ‘till I’m blinded by the stars that I
Demi
With a ten-year bid i left the streets alone
Bang, welcome home demi gave me the word
Now it's time to get in on
Vedo, Pitbull and Bang
Hey yo,
months
He's still just 25, but it feels
Like he packed ten years' worth
Of living into 2012 alone, releasing
A heralded album, Channel Orange
In July
So go on right ahead
shoot me for throwing rocks
Oh damn I wish I would have known
5 years a long time ago
Still walking through the grass that I
head yeah that I take
To my face
Amen god send
Motherfucker on ten
Opposite of balding
Hair growing
No Air Jordan's
It's the opposite of balling
Riding through the 9-1-4 totin' Mac-10
And by Mac-10, I'm talking bout my mouth then
These lyrics just like bullets
How I shoot you in your ass, friend
show you Bout my life yeah
Think you know
Bitch better think twice
I been on the road,
Might pull up tonight
Might shoot out the lights
Might Do you just
Naked in my socks
So go on right ahead
shoot me for throwing rocks
Pre-Chorus (muted strum)
Oh damn I wish I would have known
5 years a long
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