Lyrics:
fuck, run all my credit up
I can not trust a slut
Hold on lil bitch you need to back it up
Class dismissed, you need to pack it up
Im twenty three living
caught a bullseye, I went and bought a cap I had turned the bulletproof around, can't
Get you down to my back I can't shoot or rob me, but for ball, I
Bringing me back to earth,
Eternally and ever Ermine Street.
(Even I never know where I go when my eyes are closed.)
I'm skating over thin ice,
Upon
Bringing me back to earth,
Eternally and ever Ermine Street.
(Even I never know where I go when my eyes are closed.)
I'm skating over thin ice,
on my meat, I'ma tell em get back, want you by my side and these hoes in the trash
This dick on your body, I'm breakin' your back,
Turn up the TV, I'm
on me get pop like a E lil' bitch you get buck down
Lil bitch keep bringing them bands back you coming in clutch now
Bullets they hit him hot, like he in
to bounce and sweat on some hoes
But first I stopped at the store and got us some Optimos
Now we ready to roll, Lil' Rock twist up the blunts
I just love it
beside me
A player that can ride me, a cat that can rob me
Make a jazzy ho like me bust a sweat
Hit it from the back, grab me by my neck, demand your
my jeans (My jeans)
Ain't missin' no plate, we eatin'
(We eatin')
You see the drip by the way, long range
(My drip) let's go, let's go, let's go
(It
This is bringing out the good
And we need to keep it up keep it up up
We need to take back our power
Our power
We all need to come together
Come together
(shoot it out)
Aim this bitch, we can shoot it out nigga (grr)
Shoot it out, gun down (gun 'em down)
Runnin' round, run it back (yeah)
Dick her down,
been one to play by the book
They ain't seen this one coming I got 'em shook
Wait a minute lil nigga I keep it pushing
If they fucking with me they gonna
make him weak,
He always By hisself But he got Back up that's his heat
He tryna change his ways But now he Back up in them streets
He sticking
near
You not sucking dick you better catch a lift silly bitch
Ion care what you do just get up out of here
Running through these bands then make it back
to speak out
Scary reach out, scream murder and pull the glock out
Cock it back, then tell your crew to relax
Take a deep breath, now take six to the chest
(Wesscraccin DraKo...)
(Turn it up)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Drako)
(Drako)
(Lil drako)
(Lil drako)
Im on the block wid dese niggas
Them real hitters
Real
off your feet
Uh oh I'm on the beat
Your bitch making me skeet
Go dig your partner up
That nigga he six feet deep
I'm bringing pressure lil nigga yea I
Started with a warden, gun until I got an AK
Kids in the projects when we was by the bay, bay
Kids with the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J
When
I'm that crack imma fiend on this one
Step back this weapon lethal
Norff god who that don't see him
Fire cracker pouring up that diesel
Let it burn
Bringing back the old school
Leaving by the old rule
Cause we are closer to the edge
Yeah we all know
I just want it all
Want it all, want it
I count the money
Then I add it up
Simplify it like a Calculator
Scientist working hard for The come up
They generate me in a Incubator
I'd rather go
(I fell)
So fast (so fast)
Can't hold myself back (back, back)
High heels (high heels)
Red dress (red dress)
All by yourself
Gotta catch my
(I fell)
So fast (so fast)
Can't hold myself back (back, back)
High heels (high heels)
Red dress (red dress)
All by yourself
Gotta catch my
ain't scared to go to hell
Only God can judge me, it's just I, me and myself, yeah
It's just I, me and myself
I love my lil' brother, he remind me
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