Lyrics:
Riding through the city in my 01 Camry
Mandy's in the back because she lick it like candy
Rockstar
Lifestyle
Bitch I'm like a Kennedy
21 shots
wanna see me
I be movin swiftly
Money in my jeans whn i be rockin
Them amiris
Now they wanna see me
I be rockin vvs
Money in my jeans iss
Only hunnids
Gucci frames when I slid up to her place
Don't do names, I just know her by the face
Dior runners movin' weight, I need a brace
Couple hundred,
more
My bro 20 I feel old pushing 24
Thought I'd make it at 21
Push it back to 24
Thought I'd make at 21
Paranoid I need a gun
I be always in the snow
winning, I don’t know naan niggas here
Came in this motherfucker by myself
Smoking on strong
Holding on my dick like oh!
My gold on, I'm the bomb
I’m talkin’
Niggas don't got dat dank
Boxin da beamer it stank
Laughin way straight to da bank
Hillary movin dat swank
Bitches sippin dat drank
All black rachet
engine run
And stepped out into his lights
I felt myself movin'
Felt my gun restin' 'neath my hand
We stood there starin' at each other
As off through
legends
27 candles 21 gun salute
27 candles and
I'm still as statues
I've got an obsession with death
Well who doesn't it?
Mine is more about
Keeping
and I will never let you down
Isn’t that what life and love is all about
Instead we kill each other one by one
Evil men shoot with golden guns
This has
know me
Ya vision not sharp
Ya vision can't see the light proper, ya see?
[Talib Kweli]
Movin the crowd like cattle from here to Picadilly Circus
Flip minks when he ball
Chicks faint when he call
Big links in the mall
Got a hot crib, gold force
And this ain't by the falls
Bitch drinkin' my balls
hours I have it all in a cake
Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel
You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my
Her Prada shoes got a mini bag on it
Louis boots, I might just go and just bag this bitch
Ain't no 21, but you know I'm mad savage
Oota calling me
gun, fuck bein' 21
Somebody better tell 'em
And put him up on {?} somebody fuck around and kill him
You see cause snitches get stitches
And there
du Kinderschänder bish - Till Lindemann
Bin uf de Street, han ih beidne Händ Gun
Und senk din Bodyweight um 21 Gramm
Die by the Gun
Drive By's bi
high
Be like by bitty bye biddy biddy byebye
Put the blunt down, here's the rundown
Riding sundown slide us out the front
Ill get you high, won't
feel his pain; it's crashing like thunder.
But he rolls on, the gun by his side,
The bullet in the chamber and the fear he can't hide,
Another punk
where I came from
Live by the gun, die by 21
Thank God I'm alive and I made sum'
Out of nothing, niggas thought I was frontin'
Now they see me getting
music
No excuses
I feel marvelous by the way
Look uh, first off, I'm poppin' nigga, fuck all y'all
Y'all lucky I don't let this thing touch all
myself, call me Gates, startup
If you ain't rich by 21 then you can't catch up
Sippin' and I'm whippin' and this city got me trippin'
Don't need substance
just sayin'
We should live as one
So
Let's just drop the gun
And get all aboard the peace train
The peace train, the peace train
To everlasting love
I would hate us
Movin' as one, ain't nothin' new under the sun
Same fiends, same drugs, same guns, relax a little
Focus on tracks and make classes
presentations to grand juries
Who collectively refuse to indict murderers captured on video
Freed by unpopular opinions that trump the overwhelming evidence
Written by, Sosa Street,Expo1
Verse 1 Sosa Street
I call the connect he got it on deck I need me like twenty,
I get it direct my money correct king
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