Lyrics:
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Can't read my, can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(She’s got me like nobody)
with a white bitch
Candy cane
What would the game be without me
Gucci mane
I got a mature wrist
Plain Jane
Might fuck a mature bitch
Like Ron Jeremy
Suck
a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Drive by in a Wrath, nigga, big dog
Shot the bitch all in the face, then I told her wipe off
Then I had
ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row
Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so afraid
On her
getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row
Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her
Everyone is either making love or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival
ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row
Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so afraid
On her
That's why you wearin' that funny shit at your show
You can't hide it, nigga
White boy
convenient how I cut off all the excess
On my on plain
And these trees coming down next
Maybe I should listen to your comments
But right now
I relate more
the sun fastened up for this or not
But I'm about to make my run faster than my white buns being chased by the cops
As I shot up not with a gun one needle
are, but be sure that whoever you are is who you show
Get a tour in my head, but I don't know wha'ts the main
I'm stucked in a maze, I'm not surprsied by
speak with a beak
Send your location, then Uber to me
Bitches been hanging diamonds on my face
Kick her to the curb, she ain't gang anyway
Asian
between the heat and passion
But back in these distant plains
I only want to see your face
Come on, love
Come on, love
Just show your face
'Cause
When the speed kicks in
I go to the store for nothing
And walk right by
The house where you lived with Snow White
I wonder if she ever thought
judged by your mug, they didn`t hear your case
Now face the wall -face the wall!-
Your face is against the law
You look at me I look at y`all
I
ridin' ridin' I don't wanna hear you bitch
Ridin' ridin' your soo sweety baby show me preety tits
Like a boss Im smoking cigar in my white new AMG
Riding
Everybody MC Serch!
Black cat is bad luck, bad guys wear black
Musta been a white guy who started all that
(Make the Gas Face!) For those little white
get it
To your face they show love behind they switch it all
Trained to starve but we love to eat
Conditioned to risk it all in the name of the streets
displaying the same shit that's pinned to niggas
Feel like Reverend Carter
Standing on my porch
And the white straightjacket while pissing all on your Porsche
plans on me, started tracking me
Face ID on me, white programmers so they don't see it's me
Got fans on me, IG story, you know where I be
All
When the speed kicks in
I go to the store for nothing
And walk right by
The house where you lived with Snow White
I wonder if she ever thought
much background in political
Science but this much I know: Attending
Rallies sponsored by 110-percent
Anti-Communist cultists
Or donning white sheets
Plain white tee in my hand, palm angles
Plain Jane chrome heart Rollie, That's dangerous
Kill them like Manson, RP got me standing, my shooter right
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