Lyrics:
the club
Baby, there's no "us" if there was never trust
Yeah, we've been running out of time, love, aye
All the f***ing times I get a plug
Every time, I hit
Lock me up
Spread me out
Tell yourself you'll be good
I got doubts
Make your pacts
Say your vows
Keep my whole f***ing name out your mouth
Lock me
bleed, come on come on
Oh-oh here comes the enemy
Oh-oh I'm a walking psycho
Oh-oh bring out your armies
Oh-oh let's start a f***ing nuclear war
know you can!
I know you that's why we gonna do it
Daz on the beat
Hey Daz, n**** stop f***ing around with the piano n****
Just drop that s*** like,
so bright, that all I see is stars
My shades on in the club, I don't see you broads
I'm criminal minded, winter coat climate
Cold. F***ing up your
f***ing dog bit me
I don't know whats wrong with me
But it seems like since you heard of us
Y'all n****s turning into murderers
Couldn't f*** with
The most thoroughest, you doing the most, pa
The French call it "forpa" when f***ing with son
The odds a hundred to none, too many flavors
Y'all ain't
Shoot my shot from the wrist, took a huge risk
Oh, well you missed out
I'm f***ing pissed now
Gonna grab a couple drinks get pissed now
Crossing
Donald Duck
None of these rappers aint f***ing with me, ye (Nah)
I get a cheque every week
And your b*** suck my d***
Coz she know im sekzy, slett (Slett,
to cut his a** off cause he was f***ing with pills
I’m trying to bust a brains I bet his a** know the drill
You need to come and up the score cause b****
Then you best expect me
To slap you in your f***ing mouth
Oh that's right b**** you like killers in disguise
Sure I'll f***, but don't expect to loose
and all my n****s ready to ride
Straight up bust heads, keeping the block bled
N****s really don't, want to be f***ing with us
No time to be talking, I'm
out all the time
You little angel, you look so fine
Why the f*** you f***ing with me
Why the f*** you playing with me
Why the f*** you wasting my
[Krayzie Bone]
I'm representing motherf***ing Thugline n**** (1999)
Motherf***ers want to find the real thugs and hustlers, n**** (f***ing b****es)
Yeah we headin' to the top
It's middle finger to an opp
Ima let this beat bang never stop
Young square figure really bout his f***ing guap
Don't
and they gonna want something more
Cuzzo out here, speaking his mind
Doing the crimes and f'ing with guys
I try to call him gay but we share some DNA
So
hands out of your f###ing pockets now!
He said
Motionless, I stared back at him
Just do it, Nick
Said my friends
So I shrugged and held up my hands
adjacent to you in this SUV
Where we either f***in or fighting
I'm tired of f***ing fighting
You supposed to brighten my day instead you
Tighten my demons
gon‘ suck
When I make this seat layback (On high)
I come out the f***ing ditch
Look at me in dior trench
Can’t believe a yungin rich
The perfect time
Thought they was crazy but I bust the pane . I’m going innnnnnn...no lil Wayne . And that ain’t a diss line don’t loose ya brain.
(Got some n***** out
a f*** punk
Yo or get your a** bucked
Some rappers are heaven-sent
But Self-Destruction don't pay the f***ing rent
So you can either sell dope
killing nothing but time.
F***ing with the streets; you ain't feeling nothing but mine.
Tired of hearing n****s rhyme and don't say s***;
F*** is
time brief, she be on me like briefs
Ethika, Ethika, Ethika
Heffanie calling me Hefner
F-ing her all in her exiter
If he textin', I'm killing
to snatch the f***ing track out
Put me in the game coach, I'm the antidote
Pull up, kick, throw and take the money and the dope
True, 2 Chainz, I'm on a plane
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