Lyrics:
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin' mines
in eighty-nine, because I'm
from the moonlight 'til the sunrise
So stay by my side
I can tell you're down to ride
Shorty look real good in the sundress
She look even better,
fades to pink and blue
As I cry
In your arms
And if you wanna take a picture
Maybe we could make an album too
And fill it with some stupid memories of us
be in the crib
Smokin a dub, countin my cash, over the phone
And I'm sellin cell phones, all with chips
My nine to bloods, my glock to crips, who
slick from the stab wounds in her
Dub me lord abortion, the living dead
The bone saw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp
cross my depths
I'll pause your breaths
I cause you to sink down forty thousand leagues
Bleeding to death with no arms and short sleeves
My world's deep
take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back
Blushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
'Cause Martin Luther King had
bombs, and word to mom, I'ma blow his arms
Six shot rhyme, my forty-four is made by ? arms
I put some diss in the steps, and damage all your reps
Balenciagas on, all-black, lookin' like Sketchers
We ain't in the foreign, but she never seen a Tesla
Mama did my laundry, fam, my .40 in my dresser
Niggas
crushed me
We gon' get it by all means
Rest in piece to my Ras G
Raw Fruit in the box, seeds
Let go, then I got wings
I'm seein' red, I'ma charge
You
brothers in arms
Play this song when you need it, let it ring like an alarm
What's up?
What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?
What's
Been through it all man I seen it all
Bodies dropping left and right that dub city real talk
Stay on you're toes watching every car that passes by
winter
And I’m a skinny nigga
But to see if my show’s real
Walk to the club, ugly mug like hell rell
Mike’s in my palm on my arm like ll
I’ma put the city
Thank you for purchasing
Periphery's self-titled
Debut long play record: Periphery!
On this album, you will hear heavy metal
A genre of music from
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
on
Then after that she gon` jump my bone
Gettin tweeded up in the club niggas in the parking lot
Sasquatch pipmin bitches from different cities
embrace with open arms what karma's bringin' to me
Hope y'all embrace these bombs in this movie
Thirty years plus since Bus grabbed the microphone
what?
Skirr donuts i`m (soooo serious)
(Mack 10)
I don`t talk about it
I be about it
I drive by
& bust heat about it
In the front page you`ll
She lost in the vibe surrounded by stars, we got her sucking on semen (ugh)
You gotta survive ain't sparing no lives
F&N pop at your beanie (ay)
of hogs
40 Thevz, MAAD Circle, Cat, and Crowbar
Best to put your daughter
Wack ass rappers get tossed up
Trying to come in here with that garbage
died and in her will he owed her forty dollars.
Now Luke married Charlie's widow, a lady with no manners,
She had a figure like a hippo and face like
meenie mini moe, nine, trey pound or forty fo'
Pick a strap, The Tec, the Mac, the Hawk, I stab it in your back
I'll blow your brains, I know your name
I be that schizo motherfucker
Walking with a shovel
Keep the bodies covered
Lurking with my brothers
Killers by the hundred
Bleed out my fucking eyes
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