Lyrics:
(Keep it up, Sharkboy)
Yeah, I'm a trooper, yeah
With a lot of bands
Y'all be cappin' online, on the Instagram
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, yeah
and we got water
Troopers lookin' for manslaughter
I gotta get back, for what they owe
Shoot'em in the back for the get back
Lead through shit bag, hold
send me down they goin send me straight to hell
Did so many s**t they goin send me down to hell
They aint save me then aint no savin by the bell
Why you
push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, say what?
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin
push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, say what?
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin
of time cuz my faith really don't care
While all hell break loose I'm goin' still scream yea
I'm goin' keep on walkin' by faith
It don't look good- really
happy people is as the devil was,
Sweeter than me habit
When I get to hell
All the evil will line up,
And celebrate my death by drinkin' cups
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
Help! Oh, well
Everybody goin' up, but I'm goin' to Hell
I don't even give a fuck what I'm doin', who cares?
I've been thinkin' that I'm nuts, but
night-after-night
Goin' for mine because
"In a matter
Of a moment lost till the end of time"
(It only takes a moment)
"It's the evening of another day
And the end
right
Catch em at the light he'll be gone by tonight
I don't need you niggas she goin hold my pipe
Way that ass shaped take her home my type
Pretty ass
With the fold out covers and the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my
it
Girl, I'm already there
It's been over
I don't know why you're holdin' on
I'm not goin', I'm not goin', I'm not goin'
I'm gone
What you're
So what you suppose i got the drip you can tell by my clothes
I like you so much that im hitting my pose ok i love you
I guess im expose life is
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
the fold out covers
And the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no
be friskin your boo
call girl by the night is what she fixin to do
homie re-evaluate it cause your woman might be
bad for brothas like you good for
Yeah, I'm a trooper, yeah
With a lot of bands
Y'all be cappin' online, on the Instagram
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, yeah
Wipe your legs off
All
Stand in formation, my motherfuckin' real troopers
Let's do it like soldiers - all and together now!
Ready? Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get
get me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
don't get another go 'round
(It's goin' down) what happens when your life is leveled, bro?
A storm is comin', can't nobody's levies hold,
It's heavy,
to be, too bourgeois to rock a jam raw
Understand what I'm sayin', they're down by law
They play the jams that are right, sometimes not polite
They
She dropped a load on me before they closed the door
I be with nobody who know what's goin on inside
My father body swollen behind my eyes
I ain't
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