Lyrics:
flashin
Here's a Tunnel banger
Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas chamber
This gon' hurt me more than it hurts you
Slap ya like the doctor the day your
Verse 1
your eyes of brown have now turned blue
your shadow follows me around this room
No hard feelings this time around
our crowded house
slide with the killers
Get some, get back, celebrate, throw a dinner
Passin' the wood, I put dead folks in 'em
Tough talk around me, get a background
Ouu woah
Oh
Ouu woah
Ouu woah
Oh
Casamigos in my cup got me moving slow-mo
By the way this bitch give head should have knew she was a hoe
I was
Don't be confusing me with haters, player
Get your paper
Just show respect to the folks who made you
(yeah)
Blessed by the creator so give money nigga
me nothin'
Told the plug, we lost a couple in the mail, he still gon' throw me one
She tried to fuck me while I was sober, bitch, you owe me one
I
please take your aim at me
Cherish the thought
Of always having you here by my side
Cherish the joy
You keep bringing it into my life
Cherish your
fought 'cause I got crowded
Nowadays for he who try and catch your mom and upside down
Graduated to Waffle House, back then it used to be McDonald's
you came with
Keep enemies close you know the basics
People crowded all around me
I guess it's all about me
We gettin' checks in the mail, I don't
waitin' for the pot to boil
Man, I can't wait to see your rock from orbit
Put my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight
Time for me to bring Brad
waitin' for the pot to boil
Man, I can't wait to see your rock from orbit
Put my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight
Time for me to bring Brad
and have me kneeling on my spade
Flat on my face nomo
I just want to see your face some more
Swing by when I need that rush that glow
She don't want nothing
me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for 2pac
Seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
Strap in back to the corners droppin' on to spin the tires
My man define ya 357 anaconda
This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear
Strap in back to the corners droppin' on to spin the tires
My man define ya 357 anaconda
This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear
came around, I used to get paid shovelin'
Sold clothes, walked dogs, trust me, I stay hustlin'
When it came to school, there's no way that I'm A-plus'n
around cake no impressing me
Ion sip lean cuz I use to use pour up all day so now I drink Hennessy
The weed n the liqs is a remedy
Get rid of the shit
I don't give a damn, once again I slam
You'd better ask who I am
Riding all around town, everybody's looking round
Cause we're known and we throw
the first, surely not the last
Shouldn't throw stones out from your house of glass
Round here lots of crackers and cheese
Stay away from those my daddy said
I hope they remember me
My life’s on the line like I’m jeopardy
I ain’t your friend I’m your enemy
I must’ve got hit in the head, I’m losing my
every time
I need the Heimlich
Throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
When you're not around (Straight up)
When you throw
around the world and back
I'm representin' for the hoods where they feel me at
It's where you live, it's where you play
It's where you learn your
evergreen
I sing my heart in a crowded bar for an audience of one
Trying not to throw my eyes your way (easier said than done)
You took me down beside
My heat'll lift your feet off the ground
Live niggas throw the bacon
And move it around
I follow recipe over on sesame
This time the kid psycho Les'll
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