Lyrics:
'm the creator, I made that shit great
Long live Tha King
Long live Tha King
Long live Tha King
Long live Tha King
Bitch I said I was a king by 8 but I'm 19 now
and tha envy in yo eyes
Now call me a lie
While you five stand by I stand by tha captain
Hoe play now did somebody page Samson
I stay cheefin' higha
contact gimme a god damned
Ereytime your gal is in my mind
Ya need ta git it on tha line
And kick off tha hoe all tha time
But I don't really care what
by the way that I been talking
Cuz when money talk, it about me, I know
I was voted most likely to flip the script on these bitches
Mr. Unpredictable,
they claim/
i'm a head of tha game /
'cause they call me beretta 'cause i'm sprayin ya brain/
Lil Blake a.k.a Beretta High Point, NC 27260
Bad Lil vibe pussy tight, you know that head right
I’m good luv enjoy, Monique Whisett on tha first flight
Poppin hella bars, got me feeling like
hhmnemms Thank you lord
I'm getting bored pour a 6
Foe tha 6 pour sum more
Cost some paper live yo life
Des niggas dieing by tha sword
Cuz done hit another
Never thought I would rap I can sing a lil bit
Suppressor on tha chop let det bih hold a tune
Fuck all tha opps Ian sending no diss
Put li twin
Six 'n tha mornin' police at my do' *door knocking*
Fresh Nike's squeak across my bathroom flo'
Out my back window I made my escape
Didn't even
he gone buss somethin/
One phone call away, lil Kutt a killa he gone touch somethin/
I'm 19, blessed by tha best its fvck a teflon/
Hook
I got no
the west
Heard they gotta couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet
Well uh, I oughta make it by sundown
I figure that's enough time to get tha
Mistah Fab
If your bitch bad, I hit her too
How I grew up, we bend the rules, guess we just different dudes
If I pop out, I'm in that bitch like Tee son,
I'mma die by the trigger
Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger
Now yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me)
Now yall gon miss
and tha envy in yo eyes
Now call me a lie
While you five stand by I stand by tha captain
Hoe play now did somebody page Samson
I stay cheefin' higha
in posission (Owh!)
To ride wit' a nigga, and make his own bread
Can't give him tha world but hayell, I did what I can
He got a lil' man dat he called
Put my heart on tha track, words can't express
Let you feel the pain, turn lyrics into flesh
Put my heart on tha track, so you know how I feel
Lil
tu area
Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha
[Verse One: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
As I enter I'm gonna representer Mayhem Click
So Let The Mayhem Begin
western has
Tha four four Mr fantastic thing stretch his ass
Say my music's dark right on brother I'm colored
Took flight near droves of buzzards
by that store i cant let em tax us
My name speak for itself so i dont gotta talk folk i dont gotta act tough!
Cause if i say the word youngins swerve
Guaranteed I'll be back by the evening
This HD they watching me
Everybody
Tha last time I hit a nigga wit a sack
He doubled back
Tried to rob me
So yeah
so fresh.
Doggy Dogg, you are the best,
Take back home to tha West.
Well Lyssa Brisna, in San Francisca,
The cute lil sista with the fever blista,
Said
a onion
Well parton my back if you start fronting
I was in tha field when my potna died
Still hurt I couldn't be by his momma side
For tha funeral
Tha Navy
I'm buzzing
I spot ah fly
Taking off like a rocket man
Elton John
I'm mr miyagi you Daniel son
Speed it up with you're bitch
I'ma Gunna
I'ma call up my
i do this shit for me don't need applause
yo chick is carbo loadin' on my balls
recordin' lil shorty wit no pause
tha way she suck dick she know she
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