Lyrics:
the carbon, I ain't tryna bargain
I cop the drop-top six, I'm in the top cockpit
Spit this shit up out the door, niggas know I keep the tone
I can do it
Peace lover I whisper back
By now my dick is already swelling
In the silk boxers she laid out for me
As I slid closer to her my staff lays perfectly
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
1, 2, 3, 4, I don't want you at my door
5, 6, 7, 8 (Get that up out my face)
We don't need to open any older wounds
My heart's like a butterfly
I'm
I'm a go in they house
And if they home, I'm a blast, take them niggaz out
Cause we be bout drama, no fuck that, we bout killin
Drama, fuck all that,
at you when they really wanna frown
Well a that's just the way tainted folk get down
Just keep it real and, we'll see
When the situation is tainted love
you knew right
Six shooters on three dirt bikes
Fifty cal real I think your type like
(Fifty cal I think your type)
Get money it's just one way
We ain't
Noah built the ark
In came the animals ten by ten
Time for the voyage to begin
Noah said, "go shut the door
The rain's started fallin' and we can't
Wearing em down
And burnt-out
Like someone I know
Pickup the flow
But drop it like it's hot
And go slow
But we know
She knows
Sleeping in bars
Always
Living in a maze he amazed by the dips
Triple og at twenty hellcat with the hemi smoking bogeys with the henny Main fiend jenny told him about a play out
telling where i’ll end up but it’s up with me
And when i tell you that it’s smoke , it ain’t no stopping me
We get to kicking down yo door
It’s gon be round
feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white Capezio
Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes
Couldn't be saved by
of death.
He had slammed the door but I said no more
And I thought I'd breathed my last breath.
We was out in the sticks down Highway Six
And the crowd
own
And we can’t trade ideas, unless its ‘bout blue notes
To get up in that bag, you gotta come out them clothes
Don’t forget you working bitch, wipe
Smoking straight Raw or 3 cmigos “ ion “ f*ck with woods
Picture been painted time to frame it like a nigga Should
Dubb b*tch I'm kicking down door like
these niggas cant guard me
Me margielaa boogah moving like a 3 man army
Look me in my eyes and ask me what you started
I feel like a target... got
ain't no evil, gettin' by
City I live
Niggas in the hood, Crown Vics on rims
On dirt bikes, they gonna get him
Pull out the chopper like
Mom kept sayin'
Yo
You in the rap house, welcome to the rap house
About three meters away from the crack house
You're trapped now, you can't back out
Yeah it's a bad
(Ay, you could turn it down if it get too loud)
(I got money comin' in by the pound)
(My name is JoMNi)
(You better know better)
(You know I'm
will become messed bored if you flex y'all
Nevertheless y'all
We out to save the ship before it's dead y'all
Lock it down with the full court press y'all
And run off (damn), tell me he was locked down up North
And you out a week later? That's bullshit! I bust off
I need this dough, fuck you think, I'm here
wasn't handing shit out
I had to take it by force
Bust down the doors
Straight to the top I ain't changing the course (I ain't changing the course)
RVG
God
I’ll be dripping in the sauce, you gon’ need another plate
Kick my worries out the door, leave ‘em for another day
I don’t got no time to waste
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