Lyrics:
I'mma die by the trigger
Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger
Now yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me)
Now yall gon miss
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
the game, before it's too late
Keep moving even if you make a mistake, mistake
New Orleans girl, she's gat that sauce
You can tell even by the way she walks
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
can.
By the Grace of God, I’m going to make it.
I’m going to make it
Time and time again, I swear, I’ll never miss a moment
I’ll always be there, but
city of New Orleans, we call him this
Georgia (that's right) Georgia (Bush)
Now, this song is dedicated to the one with the suit
Thick white skin
of your favorite plates (I miss you)
Well Dame told me tell you he's doin well
Due to the circumstances, it could've been Bellevue
But I ain't got
the shakes
Down and out in the city of saints
Saved by the hallowed, in the father of waters
Blink, and you’ll miss the whole scene
By grace and redemption,
everythin' but I tell him what I can, hmm
Stopped by the barroom down by the union hall
Next thing I know a man said hey, said last call
You're gonna miss
of your favourite plates (I miss you)
Well Dame told me tell you he's doin well
Due to the circumstances, it could've been Bellevue
But I ain't got to tell
of your favourite plates (I miss you)
Well Dame told me tell you he's doin well
Due to the circumstances, it could've been Bellevue
But I ain't got to tell
play the tuba
They said by this age I would've been pushing up tulips
I walk in peace and grace thank you Jesus hallelujah
Never taking breaks even
I might miss things
But I know I'm missing
지금 어떻게 나 어떻게 나 Slipping
Got me taking in the scripture like prescription
By HIS words
By HIS Grace
By His
Miss Fortune
Brothers, you must proceed with caution
Don't let lady luck pass you by, no
You might as well give good grace a try
All I wanted was
Got a buzzcut, feelings got me fucked up
Got some tattoos, hate it when I miss you
Got some glasses and that gave me some perspective
Got this
on sprained ankles, that boy a Piston
Isaiah Thomas, a bad boy when the kid is mentioned
Merci, merci
I'm speaking French in my New Orleans, and got a Creole
my laces
This is God's graces this is God's graces
The opp hit our block let off shots
Thank the lord them bullets miss me
Use to walk in K-Swiss now
Deep
Money Savage smashed the city, can't say you ain't heard of me
I'm talking PSC vs DTP, D4L vs DFB
New Orleans boys had came out and set up shop
won't miss
Boom
Imma keep me a k, fuck a kiss
Fuck a kiss
Imma shoot by myself no assist
Ay
My choppa gone hit, it won't miss
Won't miss
My choppa gone
clapping.
By God grace
Im hitting and slapping and
All the real go getters
We toasting and dapping
And making life happen
Conversation I have with my wife.
We
days by the mac’s
Summer days by the mac’s
Summer days by the mac’s
I really miss my dead friend
I really miss my dead friend
I really miss my dead
Miss Fortune
Brothers, you must proceed with caution
Don't let lady luck pass you by, no
You might as well give good grace a try
All I wanted was
stay by your side I)
Or maybe I can't reach you cuz there's parts of me that I choose to hide
(stay by your side I)
Oh I
Chorus
Maybe miss the way
I
Cause I'm a soldier
No Limit finest
Mouth full of gold teeth and diamonds
Uhh - uhh
Hit 'em up nigga
Get 'em get 'em get 'em
Miss me I'ma split 'em
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