Lyrics:
gon lose Italy's
Liquor spillin boozy
Get right to it
Might go shtupid aye
My wrist, shtupid
My neck, shtupid
My shit, shtupid
Who is you bitch keep it
Yeah
Just call me young nigga
Our money grown doe
By the way
Lets go yeah
You already know what time it is lets go
[Chorus]
I said I'm young
me by
(Nevertheless, I'll say it again)
She keeps on pass-
When I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly
See she's my type of hype and I
up on her
Some trick done got mad and ran to the wagon and grabbed a 12 gauge pump
Probably full of that numby numb that coke and rum and getting
yuh go heaven
Big mac 11 send yuh fi go rest wid di devil
Bwoy come a tell mi how
Much him ratchet blade
Pump action full him up a 12-gauge pebble
Nuff
my first solo
Collo Drolo, sponsored by Manolo
She got Zeppi Notos ready for some photos
Yeah, and I'm cold, bitch, please try to keep the door
по-добре бягай надолу
Leprosy моя flow 12 gauge on my waist i pull up to your place и си gone
BELIAL the plague burnin the place
Send shots to your face
We here to make the paper, hope you niggas on the same page
You know boy in the hood'll have you running like Ricky from a 12 gauge
You know my
and send em
To heaven or hell
Homicide or
Missin' persons
Man it's fuckin'
Hard to tell
Glorify the gore
I
Keep the gun dealer
In business
This song sound
bottle of booze
My baits a' runnin a little low
Man a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage
I'm all liquored up and I'm feelin' good
Well just down
by second and minute by minute
"It's like lotto you gotta be" "in it to win it"
Shakin' mind breakin' on their own demise
Lies tax to the max
packing my gauge, if I feel it
The glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters
See I be busting caps like my amp be busting speakers
So how do you figure that
Train will grab the gauge, just in case a motherfucker
Talks shit, he'll be the victim on the front page
He's on his way to the morgue, to kick it with
like the fucking Mavericks
Up in Dallas
How the fuck it happened
Cause it wasn't magic
12 gauge if them ducks is quacking
Bus his ass like the busses
In Studio 54, Waiting to Exhale
When in the world 12 disciples, in this life cycle
That's trifle, so my impact's a twenty gauge rifle
Fifty/fifty
they gon' let that bih spray
Gang, snipe 'em, bang bang
No drive-by, this personal, hit you close range
If we really beefin' why you put it
pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by
We
coming ta serve ya
Nigga we told ya Bone be stalking, (we walking)
Number one assassin
Pick up the pump and it causing the 12-gauge eruption
Let loose
feelin' the way I'm feelin' about you right now
Baby what you see is what you get
Talk to me, say what it is
Nobody's better by your side, baby
Baby
see me
[2Pac]
Them b****es is foul, take a look at the evening news
You`ll see a n**** gettin' cuffed by the boys in blue
Is it a, frame up,
and departed
Probably blown by a 12 gauge shawty so harshly
They Ronda block so Rousey surrounding spots being cautious
Counting losses in this mosh pit
They
when they see me
I heard a snicker a laugh, I take a look at the evening news
And see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue
Is it a, frame up,
on the front page? (Fuck)
Same height, same age (click-click)
Rap gauge, put it down the G-way
Got my hostage suckin' sausage on the freeway
She say
something like that
Alright, let's kick this shit on the one, kick it
Back by demand, now it's big as fuck
Because you as the public, you should know
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