Lyrics:
clear (yeah)
Come on, sniff your brains out
All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggas (yeah, word up)
Who's down with drug smugglin' (Cappadonna, Golden
a completed checklist
Pretty bitches that have sex with Them
I treat them like they some Henchmen
I'm gettin' all this money, I don't Know why I'm stressed
I
Street
Who call themselves The Fugs
In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
almost there but I ain't slowing nun
I gotta chill out on the drugs and sex and get back to the money
Too high, need love
Too high, need love
Too high,
I'm so fly man I need a co-pilot
So I might let your damn ho drive it
Lil' hair pullin' man I like rough sex
Dropped out, I ain't never passed a drug
From the hood to the trenches
We was hopping all the fences
All money sex, love, drugs get addictions
And I'm just giving you the real everything was
Not gon' lie, not gon' lie
By my side, by my side money vibes all night
Got your wrist on ice
You gon' ride for life i'ma ride for life
Need somebody
bodies on floor mats
It's what we go through in our enclosure, violence, sex, and drugs are daily exposures
Knock a man off got to relocate, lawyer money
to rush
It's all about sex, money, life or death
You gotta make a choice is it right or left
Lord Tariq:
You got one life to live, one
Niggas know it's sex money, flex money
They do a lot
What's better than more letters
And buddha spots?
Buck fifties for niggas that don't do a lot
Go ahead
she rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch an inch
When she'd rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the shit,
surprised you lasted"
Guns, drugs, bitches hot sex
Weed, crack, heroin, what's next?
Feds, cops, killers politicians
Hookers, hoes, all on missions
trippin' don't know how to act
When I pour the act it keep me relaxed
I told my bitch keep that pussy intact
This drug money no cards got cracked
Show her
and
Pop yourself an Oxycotton
I told her never, I don't do drugs
Only thing we poppin' is a few slugs
If niggas stop plottin' on 'em our drugs
Too dub
Braveheart niggas
(Jungle) , IllWill niggas (Wizard)
Made of steel niggas
(Horse) , robothugs (Nature)
We can't be stopped by them bitch-ass cops
at night can’t see the light
L I V E drugs money and sex they tryna hold me
Dear God oou wee human nature release me
L I V E drugs money and sex they tryna
a stanky scene
Like look listen take some notes I start it all off in my brain
It's not a day that go by I don't think about my niggas in the grave
Now
smooth with it oh
I'm gonna grab her by the paw
Oh, no, no I'm on drugs fuck the law
So high, I can't come drifting
We just high as kites
Take a trip with
know what I'm sayin?
The God ca-diver, in the streets of Iris.
We talk about sex, money and drugs.
(Ruled by power.) And why'all cats don't know
What
pain I've inflicted on myself
Always thought casual sex would do me good never bad for my health
What a foolish thing to think
If I had an ounce
Cheeks, Freaky Tai
Pretty Pretty Lu, Spiggy Spig Nice Say
Chorus-
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4
music
Boy I got me a temper I hope I lose it
Hope I move some units
Old and Jewish money
I been goin thru it
Cope by doin funny shit
Might lose a lung
a drug
Fuck a fix nigga fix up
Watch your twitter thread
I'll hang you by that rope
Pen is sharp as shit
Write a hook and cut your throat
You think it's
Offered money, sex, and drugs but I knew none would make me happier
God has always been victorious and the devil's been a loser
But he will always be
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