Lyrics:
[Repeat: x8]
What they really want
Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all
Fuck with (fall to your death death) the niggas with the guns
the freshest linen like im spittin through your television
in a day dream livin' while these minutes pass me by
lean back and hang ya nikes out the ride
call all the people you want
But it's you who's being used
Under your black eyes, honey
Right beneath your nose
A curse on all creation
Every single
To co-sign for my Escalade
I'm just pimping baby you got a rule for me
Put your mink on and slide in a cool for me
Hey you gotta get high and go low for me
askin' me
Hit skins, causin' catastrophes
Get pinned, by me and my family
Sip gin, fulfillin' your fantasies
In your condition I'm wishin' you'll take
at night
You gotta fight for your shoes, or get your ass shook
And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook
You all in bitch, sit down when you piss
was gettin late
Cause you can smoke my cigarettes
And days go by
That's in your eyes
That's in your smile
But it was gettin late
That's in your eyes
could you fill with all the people killed in war,
Now you look me in my eyes and tell me whats its good for.
Battlecry Remix
As interpolated by Bone
songs, we clear the air
Go
Niggas be lyin' like they raw (lie)
Forty-eight hunnid my cough
Put my lil' bitch in a loft (in the spot)
"Keep your eyes
of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
And it's always keep your back to the sun
You can almost feel the weight
surrounding when you hustling
Them niggas smiling at you ain't your friends, dawg
All the real ones are dead or in the pen y'all
You fuck with dude, he your
smoke in peace, and even though we G's
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in
Colors like stained glass
I see the fear in your eyes when we arrive
And what's the odds of
Even thinking you coincide
When every time a nigga open
A door
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who mohel for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your
the grave
I ain't got too much trouble cause we livin' in the last days
Crime pays, doing broads can get you AIDS, gotta wear a strap these
Days
All
stepped into the Hall of Fame and put my frame on the wall
I'm like a Michelangelo painting that hangs in the vault
They gated me off, by Hendrix while he
And they'll get your off in a blink of an eye
Hardwares and uppers, the name of the game
Hardwares and uppers, with no sense of shame
There'll always be
paragraphs
My whole squad 'bout that money making, vice versa
And just like my girl love, I keep a tight circle
Tight circles in the race car, an eye jerker
kart
Get niggas for the Goyard
It cost too much so we bogart
We take yours, nigga, Deebo
Hoes love that my teeth gold
My hair wild, my gold fangs, my
careful around them rims ho
Run and tell your friends, that we about to get it in
And we smoking on this endo
Let it breathe, crack a window
Blowing
and a red-state treasure
Love junkie on a three day bender
His grip, so hard, eyes glare get off hat
Trouble like a mug shot
Charged up, 'cause the man's
walked in the valley with the vibe but by carrying the time
But they hassle me to drive
Can I dive, high, glide, by, try, get it up
See the enemies are
be damned if I die, come look at the rage in my eyes G
They got my homies in a jail cell
And it's the Rebel and the Devil, and one of us is goin'
a Paul Allen in vacant loft
Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought
And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost
You ain't Superman when that cape is
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