Lyrics:
my picture with silence
'Cause my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gangsta, but still I got flavor
our clean eyes
Just look at you
With burning lips
You're living proof
At my fingertips
Ti-ti-ti-ti-tips
Ti-ti-ti-ti-tips
Ti-ti-ti-ti
around everybody on mute
Look around it's me and my crew
Big energy
He was on stop mode, got froze
Froze front page Vogue, no pose
Chat too much,
put you on to me, A plus pussy worth a B, nigga, uh
You niggas ain't worth no B, fuck outta here
I keep dyin' in my dreams, but life's great when I
it possible she's thinkin' of me at all?
Have I gone ti far?
If only, I had shown her love
She'd be with me, deep inside me, my love
She'd be
thing sticking with me it's jus how we going forward
We ain't looking-
One thing
22 yeah
Asking all your friends like "What he do?" yeah
I be chillin, I
If you're not my gang, who the fuck is you
And you've been so lame with the fuckin crew
I be chillin at the sandbox, smokin' dope
I be chillin with
Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat (yeah)
I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat
(A lot of people they be jonesin' just to hear me
from cold night,in the morning.
'Tis the morning of my life.
In the daytime I will meet you as before.
You will find me waiting by the ocean floor,
finna get some brunch
Aint no rush
Brush my hair like Will I'm always fresh
Refresh my soul with some casamigos
Make me wanna party with the migos
What's
motivated by the funky groove
You can see me and Earl chillin' on the block
With my box cold kickin' with the gangster rock
See people can't stop me,
eyes
Just look at you
With burning lips
You're living proof
At my fingertips
Ti-ti-ti-ti-tips
Ti-ti-ti-ti-tips
Ti-ti-ti-ti-tips
Ti-ti-ti-ti
our clean eyes
Just look at you
With burning lips
You're living proof
At my fingertips
Ti-ti-ti-ti-tips
Ti-ti-ti-ti-tips
Ti-ti-ti-ti
room
but only with my blues
But I'm chillin' all the time..
I don't wanna be alone
I'm chillin'
the stores with heavy bags
'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags
And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught
And we gon' stay
Make my way for the Wu building
Now I'm chillin' with the neighborhood villains thug life it be on now
Hear the gun blow as I milk another cow
Let
them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you're chillin' with your homies and shit
And how my niggas kick the anthem like this, biatch
Big Snoop Dogg lBC save you
Chillin' with my nephew Butch Cassidy
You know how we do
Rappers at, Coast-to-Coast
Everybody wanna know 'bout LBC thang
on the Cheetos
Don't think that I lost my touch by much
I just been chillin' at the bank like aye!
Show me to the safe
Had to get my papers straight
Now I'm
"This used to be my jam"
Ohh
Listen, now, in my younger days I might've birthed swag
Like, wait, let me get back to you
Probably chillin' with
at the joint no flam just kickin' it
Wiggle with the fruits over by the liquids
The slick kids is down, the flyers passed around
We try to dig the group
them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you're chillin' with your homies and shit
And how my niggas kick the anthem like this, biatch
Parkin lot Friday night
No where to be
You and I
Just chillin'
Two kids from a small town
In a beat up truck
With the windows down
Just chillin
(Now back to the crib where we'll be coolin')
Coolin' with the posse, playin' it hard
Rollin' two deep as I drop the top
Beams from the sun light up
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