Lyrics:
on the chopper, I see you chillin'
Hit you and your wife and
I leave the children
All black, one gunman
John Wick, that's a bad man
All black, one gunman john Wick
and heaters
Cuz I'm more than my money
試すんじゃねえ
I'm a murder the dummy
One by one Lyrical gunman
I'm a shoot in your head
if u test the champion
絶対やめときなNo, never
do my thang
Keep it on the low, and get it everywhere that we go
Lemme do my thang
Get a bitch, got a bitch
G shit, yeah I got a lot of it
Money
on my mind
The only ghost I'm haunted by
I hear her howling down below
Idaho, oh, Idaho
Wolves, oh wolves, oh can't you see?
Ain't no wolf can
you, yeah yeah
Would love to build with you
Always been with you, walked up to your door let me get that for you
Can't pay your bill, no? I got that for
didn't quite know the way
It's funny how the path that you choose can take you in a
Truly unexpected way
I'm an unarmed Gunman travelling
I, without my
love) Makes ya do thangs (do thangs, doo thangs)
You can't fight it, anyway
It grabs you by the heart
And makes you walk away
So far, ya gave me
not
I'm cold like an AC cooler cooler
Can't measure up, bitch you need a ruler, ruler
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Woah
Got the south side by the neck, uh
Idaho
I fall asleep all the time and then I wake up without you
Rub the sleep out of my eyes while I figure out just what the hell to do
But there's that
'cause I'm that nigga that'll leave you ass out like G-strings
Meaning I'm fienin, your heart trips when it stay at work
So fuck fear you fear-fuck,
I do my thang
You ain't got no red stripes on your kicks
I do my thang
You ain't got no Audemar on your wrist
I do my thang
You don't walk around
around and go face em
I know I got them problems
And I gotta go solve em'
You think I can reach California by ridin' Marta?
I don't know
Yeah I do
Still
been missin' uh
Tongue kissin' in the strangest positions
Givin' you a good taste
Of the thang's you've been missin' uh
Listen i can tell by the pain in
can tell by how I flex
That it really paid off
How you got opinions
But you ain't got no bag
I don't wanna hear it
Unless you tell me where the stash
cause dey know we got da)(Aye)
(Slide in that thang like)
(She ride on that thang like)
(Aye)
You know I'm on extras
When I'm in that thang I get the best
strap they thang-thang
Ladies, don't let them in if
They don't have a condom
Some go from this one to that one
From wick-wick to wack one
You face one,
Watch yourself when a gunman indicts
Cause your standing on the shoulder of a giant at midnight
And you got no love for what hides from your sight
So sit
to smash like that
I got a girl, bitch I ain't fast like that
This Miami, time's wasting, bet that bass line keep you shaking
Look, end of the night all
do my thang
Keep it on the low, and get it everywhere that we go
Lemme do my thang
Get a bitch, got a bitch
G shit, yeah I got a lot of it
Money
like this what I do son like
I let that thing go son you
Heard son? Like niggas don’t
Play with me son like I seen a
Son in the street, he seen me
He got
to do
Girl you know we got thangs to do
So get your ass in that car and come thru
Come thru, come thru, come thru
(Know ya got that thang that I like
That you think will last
But three years later you left wondering how time went by just so fast
I hope I'm not gassed
But neither should she
I mean we
see that gorilla
When you got money, it's hard to hide it
Took my hand out my pocket and watched her eyes get
Big, took a million to super size it
that ease stress away? (Naughty, Naughty)
You got drama, never mind that
Naughty by Nature, 3L Dub, all star tracks
We got that flavor, make your
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