Lyrics:
20:20:1
Am tranna make the millions
That's all I really want
Check the time Richard Miller on
21 past 21 on the twenty one
Listen to "A lot" J Cole
home. And the car ain't want to settle could have died in that blue one. And you know when you see blue lights u got to run. Cause I know niggas that got
should've ate
Call it what you wanna call it
I'm a fucking Alkaholik
Bring it if you really want it
Ain't gotta put no extras on it
Call it what you
know I'm a cold heart
I got a friends, all my friends in my money bag
Bought your bitches for a hundred bucks, ran it back
I want to die at my 21, but I
gonna sting
Bad men gonna see it all
You never see bad men
Gun lay down please
And they are wiser
Let me tell ya know
Shoot the boy, me I shoot
League (21)
Still gotta keep a gun that's always near me
And I'm down to hit 'em up
One more time
Hit my line, you know that head was great
Oh,
with with ya bitch (Yeah)
Know I got a nigga pissed (Yeah)
Know I got a nigga sick (Yeah)
Lil' nigga you a bitch (Yeah)
You ain't gon' do shit (Yeah)
They fold the flag as the angels cry
We love you soldier and we hate to say goodbye
Nothing sadder than the song that’s being sung
By 21 guns
There’s
want gas, you funny, nigga
Yeah, 21 Gang what I claim
Nigga, and it's big 4L on my chain
Nigga, if a nigga disrespect, he get spanked
Nigga, and I'm real
sound[00:53.55]Like, bop ,bop[00:55.02]Dumb nigga dissing[00:55.96]Caught one on the top[00:56.65]You can say what you want, but the flow never Stop[00:58.07]He was
assed out
I'm Mr. Tray Deee
And since they say "G" as my title
My method mainly homicidal (boom, boom)
Boom, and you know that
2-1 out the moon
little (turn up)
Percocet, sick to my stomach (get it)
I got two Beams, now you little (little)
You already know how I'm comin' (ay)
I was fucked up
go
213 the gangsta clicc
21 motherf***ing 3 n****
All we do is the gangsta s***
Gangsta s***, biatch
213 the gangsta clicc
Haha and you know
illusions
They all end here
Some settle for champagne
Some hunger for beer
Boats sail for distant shores
You always want what isn't yours
Off to see
fellas (straight up)
Still treated you like a virgin 'cause I know you better (on God)
When she suck it, take my soul, she a whole devil (21)
Bought
Super Soka wet me up Put me in that trippy stuff[00:27.21]Talkin' to that D, if they're not backin' then I back it up[00:30.17]Know he got that
want a mil ticket by the time i turn 21
And I'm fucking bad bitches, that i'm meeting on my finsta
I don't even know her name, but she want me to fuck
to act foolish (Hey)
And you know them boys ain't
Playing by the rules (Woo)
Young guns running
We have any girl we choose
Bad and you nervous, man
Them
hello)
You so motherfuckin' dangerous
You got me by my neck (a boy is a gun)
That's why these other niggas lame to us
'Cause all these other niggas
Call me 50 cent you know I ain't scared to kill many men
Yo free all my dawgs that's in the pen
Stay loyal to the gang until the end
If the Feds ask
empathy that I lack
Oh! oh!
Was that a low blow?
What a way to comeback
I'm on two lines of snow
So you know I don't fuck with hoes
I will leave you 6
And these niggas want you dead and the klan is with the cop's
I said, ill be damned mama
They know who I am ma""
To you I'm still a little boy
But to them I'm
love me like muh gun
You always Dey by my side
& all we do Ah Fuck fi fun
Because Ah just fi Ah while
For now mi give you muh time
Know da Pussy Ah mine
Thank you Project Pat
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
Repping the good guys always doing bad shit
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