Lyrics:
times yeah
Two cups, I don't give two fucks
I'm flexing too much, hundred thou in two months
Nigga shoot some, you better do some
And if I call for
to life, attacking everything
With boldness and energy
Then we will create a much different dynamic
Understand: we are all too
Afraid of offending people,
get (me)
My block was like the car wash, you drive in, you gon' get wet
Had take a lot of losses, made me comfortable with death (yeah)
Took too much
you have your niggaz holdin' you down
And when I hold heat I just hold it for delf
Why ask a nigga to shoot when I'ma buck myself?
I keep my gun by
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
Uh, trust fund baby
Lump sums, baby
Got a bunch of 'em, baby
Not some money, baby
Got much money, baby
Brrp brrp, the money comin', baby
By
me, I hope they lock me
Instead they speed ahead yo, nigga, watch me
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught
Up in
It's been 3 weeks, I been thinking too much, haven't got much sleep
All gas, no brakes, think my time is running out is it too late
I been on this
kid of fifteen, little too young
Little kid of fifteen, holding that gun
Haunted in life by broken dreams
I was only fifteen
tucked by my dick
Search me all you want you still won't find it
You ain't no man now
Greet you with this gun you hello kitty
Call me big dog
Cause when I
Y'all niggas spend too much
Time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit?
Well you can start
Right before his ass get hit
But when I
troops ya house better be bomb proof
Or we can put them guns down
And throw the arms too
Haymakers, I'ma put everything in this
Punch like prom juice you
security
And a future that we can invest in
Hate the city, cost too much money
Asking you to move out to the country
White picket fence with a nice
my niggas finna rush
If you ain't by my side, pussy niggas better hush
Niggas say I'm doin too much
They say I'm doin too much
If these niggas ain't
HOLDIN' THE GUN
Music and lyrics by Riitis
We fight way too much, in lack of a gentle touch.
We use words as arrows to hide behind.
No chivalry
the fate that he had
The kids felt so sorry but stood back and laughed
No one stood up for him not even Jack
He hated himself too much to get up
One time he
the click! whooooo
[Verse One: Lil' Kim ]
Blessed by the God so I be the Earths
Queen Bee Bitch Poppa keep my rich
In gun tottin' keep floatin' in
a right
A blunt in the air just to save the night
I done seen too much wrong ima make it right
Me and my niggas we totin guns
And we purchase them guns with
Lightning strikes, smokescreen bites, a wall of fire is on the horizon
Fading breath, too much death, too much blood and too much pain
Powder & iron, gun
They brought guns, I brought roses to the mosh pit (to the mosh pit)
I don't fuck with Britney she too toxic (she too toxic)
I was off that Whitney, no
your love
I wanna keep you and I wanna hold you by my side like a gun
My heart is too cold for this shit, that's what I think cause I'm too young
This
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
much potions, so much pain, too many emotions
And everything that you do good, it just go unnoticed (Jesus)
Did He tell you that you good, and just
much potions, so much pain, too many emotions
And everything that you do good, it just go unnoticed (Jesus)
Did He tell you that you good, and just
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