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little rock star, man she knows it
My baby's Guns N' Roses

She's got a wild side
That troubles in her blood
Thinks I'm an outlaw
That's double trouble son
thing goes, boy,
Give me some more.
She's my little rock star, man she knows it.
My baby's Guns N' Roses.

She's got a wild side.
Bet trouble's in
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up
perfect, but what it is 
Is guns n roses, we’re guns n roses 

You can throw a bomb my way 
For every time I make mistakes 
But you know that’d never
n****
Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers

Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
Why you look confused motherf***er? This is war
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****, uh
Yeah n****

Bust my gun all by myself
My baby's Guns N' Roses. 

Ya She's dancin' with the devil,
in the cold november rain. 
When she's knockin on heavens door, son,
you bet God'll call
Ba ba baa baa ba ba baa
You was a n**** finally make me kill one of y'all
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep that thing
Right up under my
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

My, first album had no famous guest
messed up like a Guns-N-Roses video
Ooh Ooh So Hot 
Still got it up in my head you were moving around in the TV light 
I ain't ever seen anything like
a good old wine or rock 'n' roll
If it feels real good let it move your soul
But if it hurts to say her name, baby let go

First time for both of you
that Cambleton Road
fo' you get it cut free shorty just shave; cause dat where dem
real n****z at. I ain't lyin when you in Decatur and you flossin
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

My, first album had no famous guest
before da first time we laid down in da bed you ain't know da kinna thing dat 
Played around in my head I ain't play around wen I said you gun member dis
a gun with a with a bat
Take a slug through the lung
Get you right what you rappin' n****
I'm born crazy raised in more fame
It's the clappin' down
Your hair messed up like a Guns-N-Roses video
Ooh ooh so hot
Still got it up in my head, you were moving around in the TV light
I ain't ever seen
Will jump a n**** like a chessboard
Do a drive by while you’re riding on your skateboard
They ain't even know it
Have Drake sing a song just to get her
my first gig in a rock-n-roll band
Berneice, sweet Berneice

Get a real job let the guitar go
There ain't no future in this rock-n-roll
So go for
have turned Guns into Roses like two times today
Now here's something you gotta say two times to Jay
I got my shades on waiting for the sun to shine my
this statement

It's not about East or West
It's about n****z and b****es
Power and money, riders and punks
Which side are you on?

Gun c***ed, six
n**** ain't no Turnin Back
Where the f*** my hoes at who I pimp hard when they want to get to a tap 
But you know you can do dat that luv I'm just hear
Hehehe, these are my words to my first born..

Can you picture, young n****z in a rush to grow
Til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat
without a gun snatch his piece then run
This n**** weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?

This ain't serious
Being broke can make you delirious
So
"N****, know who you dealing with"
Them was the good days 'til I was raised the older ways
Rat-Tone my n****s' brother showed me my first K
I was amazed, me
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun