Lyrics:
Ten thousand miles between
What we say and what we mean
Three inches from your lips, feels like the
Same difference to me
You know I'd better get
provide
Passion spills out, now its all on your thighs
Keep it together, I love when you ride but you know you better when you're by my side
Connected like
a sexy mutha well-a
I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright as the sun, I wanna have some fun
Come and give me
a fuck
When I used to get drunk
Fucked up all the time every month
Now I just chill by myself
I'm just skating lonely
Momma told me
Never fuck with a chick
wet wet baby, thought I had plenty of them fishes
Smooth lane, whip game Rain, everything we slide ride inches
Ballin like Bledsoe baby, these bucks
You dropped some of that cotton by your feet nigga
Oh you a slave huh, well I'ma street nigga
Level up before the streets get you, literally
Tiffany
I'm paraphrasing
Niggas got a pair of guns
Paranoid or paralyzed
Niggas switch up routes switch up phones switch up rides
To live to die to live with
the boys micro kays
Dropped a bag on the purse it's just Micheal Kay
Move the wrong way hit you up with that body bag
[Verse 3]
Uh
6 inches of snow
to ride
3 Bullets in my 4 5
6 am I start to grind
7 goons and they got the price
Stay 8 inches from the 9
I'm Ten toes on my life
Code 11 while 12 is riding
Yeah
Three Six
Boogie Mane
Hypnotize Mindz, you know?
Niggas get scared when they see these hard hittas
Walk up in the motherfuckin' club, we
a spokesperson for a generation
Within the same old fear of a Black planet
Twenty years of blood, sweat
No tears for fanatics
So damn it, if times is hard, time is
and stress
Look a murderer in the face, comin' up where the wild and deranged get blessed
1, 2, 3, and to the 44, the good, the bad, and the ugly sticken
self you ain't scared when I run in
your chick I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin my grill
3
blood
In front my wife in the street
Call the laws on me
I'm in the park at peace
Drive through your
Neighborhood three shots
I'm deceased
Bring up
Stack by any means net worth came from dope fiends
Recompress the raw found opiate in my urine screen
Biting the hand that feed you u niggas have no
And we playing with your life
Murder me three mo who ride
Down to the deuce five booyah
Where the playas play all day everyday
And we playing with your
you got
Blood guts fingers and toes (3x)
Sittin front row at the chicken show so...
[Chorus]
Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken
and span
I ride 28 inches on my creepy black van
And you can catch me posted up down by the trailer park
I'm selling bootleg movies from noon to dark
But
the swamp, in the deserts lizards sweat
A half a billion fives, two macs, and a ride
They call them [?] co-signed by kings in a rich [?]
Made me three mil
Come through shawty I ain’t sleepin na na na
You n I, insomni
Talkin all night shawty tell me everything
It’s just you n I
You my Ride or die
can't laugh
Life ain't a game so we don't get a par
More like blood sport gota take part
Stay Cautions always on guard
Guess I'm a product of my past
Ride on the opps
Switch on the glock they ringing out
But you got hit when they pulled out the sticks
Gotcha ya momma in the church singing out ooh
I hang wit pullers of automatic triggers and gold diggers
My mob?s full of go getters go live or die by the cold niggas
Wit drama bringers ear
scare me
And you ain't gotta double dare me, hear me
Loud and clearly? Rats aren't near me
Wire-tap niggas get blood in they earpiece
I'm from New
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