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Stand by for Canteen
Standing by for Canteen
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Hey, listen, that boy he talkin' shit then he went missing
I-I-I got my choppa by my side, I can't risk it
I'm with my princess, CDG on her, she
by 12 four-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination: Bangor, Maine
Old cold, old worn out
take it shot for shot underneath the stars
Meet me at my backwoods oasis bar
Get the cold ones then we get the boes
I'm getting lit and I'm
Apocalypse
1,2 the headline news just broke through
Apocalypse
3,4 soldier, 100 horsemen at your door
Apocalypse
5,6 you wanted dead or alive, hit
I'm sittin' in Knoxville courthouse
Ain't got a thing to do
I don't wanna go to the movies
Couldn't if I wanted to
'Cause I'm on trial for lovin' you
There?s a place in Ireland I Know well
Were I spend so many happy times
Were I ?d sit for hours by the lake side
With my dads old fishing rod
bitch
She say she wanna give me head in my car
(Woo) the illest nigga in the room
Wherever I'm at by far (yeah)
Ten toes down just grind hard (yeah)
I'm
nigga
(you already)
Had your shot, probably blow it nigga
(you already)
Young rich niggas from the East side
By 12, I’m on one two just came through
to the safe)
Son runs our state
Carrying coke by the weight (weight)
Make 'em put pounds in the weed gate (weed gate)
And it's ran by Ol' Dirty (dirty)
12
Yo, Ye
Yo
Yo, I'm at the London, I need you to swing by, pick me up
On my way
Aight
Look, let me tell you why they call it Lambchop
'Cause
by the next nigga gun
If that's the case, then get a bigger one (yeah)
You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out of the hood
That's
know what I mean, but after this
I'm a tell you the truth now
Now after these 12 bars the world is gonna know a few facts
And after these 12 bars you
stroke
Let's have a candlelight baby, let's have some fun with it (oh my god)
I ain't no officer but I'ma keep my gun with me
I'm a big loaner bitch,
for me?
I hang high from a tree
They ain't ready for us, nigga
Obviously
Sound like Bonnie and Clyde to me
I protect you like a vest do
I'm
Can you tell me what I'm here for?
Do I mean anything anymore?
Where will I find you at 12 at night?
Will you be around to tell me everything's all
[Nickelus F: speaking]
Niggas in the city hatin' me man they trippin'
When I'm the only one that's really spittin'
My nigga Lil Lee the only one
to say
I put my heart up on some ice something like rod wave
You came in wrecking shit just like 12 did a raid
You broke my heart to pieces naw I can't fix
to these jordan 12's
I'm in a taxi talkin to Tidy B on the cell
Business as usual
Treacherous industry the musical
Heavy form in the game will do it to you
You treat me like a stranger, and I can understand,
'Cause you're a lonely woman, and I'm a travelin' man, well.
Lookin' through the window, I saw
to roll
Left eye look through your soul
I'm blinded by love while I'm winking at you
I'm thinking out loud so you know I'm always thinking 'bout you
Ranges
To leave them niggas brainless
All they tote is stainless
You just remain as
Calm as possible, make the deal go through
If not, here's 12 shots, we
now I'm in the view of millions
Takin' interviews
I got interludes better than your singles
And if any of y'all want a piece of the God
On 12 25 we
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
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