Lyrics:
you never done before
How could a brother be so hardcore
And still keep you on the floor like a maniac
That's your question? Well I'ma answer that
gang
6 Daughters 2 sons I got to make me a change
If you looking for me I be posted up at the range
With a 9 45 or a pump 12 gauge
I keep me a gun I'll
been on the low
On the hush
Like
I show out at
Midnight
Full clips smoking
Like at high times
Fuck the blue light's
Done left 3
Chalk lines
12 gauge pump
keep callin me sayin to me
when it is plain and clear to see
your man would rather be right here with me
(hook performed by Mercedes
keep callin me sayin to me
when it is plain and clear to see
your man would rather be right here with me
(hook performed by Mercedes
me, I'm better off just left alone
And I ain't even tryna go there with record sales
I'm just tryna keep it humble and respect myself
Say, "What
sugar on the freeway
And I'm riding dirty, 'cause I'm so UGK
One, two, three, wait four-four makes eight
Nine times out of ten, it's 11 or a 12-gauge
dragon kite
GT wing taking flight
20/20 vision Headlights
Chrome wrap personality bright
V12 fly by loud fright
Exhaust flames Ooo that was tight
Body
It's on now
Feel threatened by this
T-Squad
T.S.
Takin shit
[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
thang's in ya face man
It's Project Pat wit' that 12 gauge strapped ya'll
I blow yo' chest out yo' motherfucking back dawg
Chorus-4x
Pat starts
work
Getting hype off words, eating hella nerds
Bodied the verse, call in the herse
Call in the nurse, killed it like a curse
Catch em with that deep
provide that world you’ve been living in
I couldn’t gauge every problem within
Hoping it wouldn’t hurt me again
(Guitar solo by Ëkoli))
think it's Madden
The way that we been running plays
Ice down to the shoelace
She want me now it's too late
Loading up the 12 gauge
Gon' knock him out his
summer (Cold)
I dropped the top of the coupe
It look like a roadrunner
I grab my own dick, like
Let me hold somethin'
We see 12 and hit the fence,
better off just left alone (exclusive)
And I ain't even tryna go there with record sales
I'm just tryna keep it humble and respect myself
Say, "What
betta than me, weed keeps me at ease
Take notes cause here it comes
Tha murda mo comin' to carry you, oh you oh
Wake up and they sittin and pullin
to the white meat like lobster tails
Poppin shells, quick to crack your breastbone
Tore his head off 'cause he had his vest on
12 gauge, shoot ten times for
P.O.W.'s got hung
What the fuck do I know about a grenade
All I know is the couch and my 12 gauge
And what if that pin gets stuck?
Several more
quite like you baby hey
Fine china boy built by the castle of roses
It´s been alright, this ain´t over soon
It´s the hype
some liquor in my cup
We gonna raise Um up
12 gauge in the pump
AK in the trunk
I got that skunk in my blunt
My Nigga roll that shit up
4 hoes in
cleveland heat] heat
Thuggish ruggish bone see
Gun stack off
[Verse 1: Layzie]
See a nigga got fully automatics and I let them loose
Tha 12 gauge two
he got the bitches
And the little homey sellin' weed up outta high school
I never ever break the law, I just bend it
Keep everythin' splendid, that's
house.
12 guage unda da tray,
I'm leaving you dreams making you pay blood ever since I got of the
Bench I playing the lench haters straight up,
Say
Give me erything you got
Or you gonna end up comin' up missin' and I won't regret it
Still Water run deep (how deep?)
Uhh, all I find all I keep, uhh
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