Lyrics:
to an end
Like this blunt burnin' my fingertips
Lil' Tune
This ain't what you want
Put that gun to yo' ho head
Make her tell me what you don't
Got
am the wolf amongst sheep
I feel Armstrong take a big leap to the leads
Your own brother but you gunning the back
Cops check your front but the gun in
and I'm brushing that ho off
Now watch how we show off
He catching these bullets, bitch, go long (Pa, pa)
Watch how they kneel, I'm like Armstrong
Stay with
anason
Kafam Emre Aydın, gövdem Anadol
Dünya bi’ yana, ama bi’ yana da o
Sensiz yok kalbim, aynı Viyana’da boşluk
Her gün, her gün düşününce dar oldu
un stick
Ils ramènent tous les guns comme dans Peaky
Roule tard, t'arrête pas
Découpe au couteau les rettes ba, bloque
Poto là c'est trop chaud dans la
And the Game ain't tryin to win, fuck the awards
So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong nigga
Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch
prison
He's thinking about writing a tune
And a guy named Armstrong was crazy enough
To think he could walk on the moon
And a preacher named King,
All you want for Christmas is guns and drinkers
Little nigga nuttier than a Snicker
You don't want to be like Mike, you want to be like me
A fool,
that little nigga Damien
Pop 19 to my motherfuckin' cranium
Game tight, gun totin' motherfucker
Niggas in the grave thought Biggie was a sucker
I
on my hip line
Ready to rock and roll off my style
Gun a nigga down then I
Stroll off i don't do
The shooting my niggas will drop the load off
(The Goons)
Yeah, what the fuck! Jay-Z, Marcy, Brooklyn
Representin' the, what, what
Roc-A-Fella y'all, for life
Stretch Armstrong bring the noise, haha
Shit you talk about some advice that sticks with you
If I should listen to anyone, tell me to stick to my guns
Like double stick, it's you, but fuck
little-ass horn
And that Neil Armstrong nigga
Trust me dog
Ain't shit you can put in your rap
That'll make you a gangsta
You a bitch and that's that
Niggas
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
with old Eddie Kane?"
Ain't nothin' wrong, so snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong
And I
with old Eddie Kane?"
Ain't nothin' wrong, so snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong
And I
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
All you want for Christmas is guns and drinkers
Little nigga nuttier than a Snicker
You don't want to be like Mike, you want to be like me
A fool,
such a lad
I'm a bad motherfucker: I keep fucking dads
My gun brings heat like a massive cooker
Firearm on point like Alan Sugar
Yeah my gun's so big,
eat eat eat you out
Pull up gun shot
Left foot is bitch nigga don’t hide
She ask em for fuck em all fuck not?
And Mally Mal crib is the fuck spot
Dick
at a Dairy Queen
Put me in the Army on the day that I turned seventeen
Here I am standin' in the desert with a gun
Thought of going AWOL but I'm too afraid
reason why he broke your jaw
Nobody call 9-1-1 I don't trust a white man wearing blue with a gun
If somebody calls 9-1-1 ain't no niggers safe everybody
numb
Foes everywhere grip ya favorite gun
But for now,but for now,but for now
Let's raise it up high to the sky,bullshit aside (Yeah)
Let's raise it up
Everyone want that redrum
Everyone want that redrum
Everyone want that redrum
Red flags and big guns
Hold you down for ransom
Rambo on the redrum
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