Lyrics:
on the rock
Here by grace, ain't here by luck
See me here, see me here sitting on the rock
Here by grace, ain't here by luck
You know that you got the truth
You
how you do it, you lose one you get four more)
Say this how playas rock
Say this how playas rock (and that's how we do it in the double-0-7)
Say this
how you do it, you lose one you get four more)
Say this how playas rock
Say this how playas rock (and that's how we do it in the double-0-7)
Say this
her to Neverland
Keep one in the chamber so I ain't even gotta cock back
She sexy I told her to pop that and don't pull no pistol unless you gon pop
they wouldn't even be throwin' shade (shh)
Say that shit come with the game, nigga, I ain't never been no game
I don't even wanna conversate, niggas
deranged
Like a pit that's off the chain (Ha)
I been huntin' motherfuckers
Ain't no runnin' from the stain (Aye)
Dig my confidence
A brother brought a shovel
droppa
I'ma baby gangsta, not no P-poppa
This is dedicated to niggas that be fakin'
Tried to rock the crowd for the
Turf but couldn't make it
It was
ain't fun no more (yeah)
You got nowhere to turn, one day you'll learn
It's what the four by four is for
It's what the four by four is for
Son, it's
the booth but It's Bando settings if yu ain't notice that
They wanna hold ah mahn
I ain't getting handcuffed by the po or gyal
Still 44 ina 4 door act
to commit more crime
A businessman is caught with twenty four kilos
He's out on bail and out of jail
And that's the way it goes, rock
(Kane, sugar,
cause he sold that first nickel rock
Got my first head for a nickel rock
Ain't gon' lie, that hit was hot
If I had it she would have got a block
Nigga
cause he sold that first nickel rock
Got my first head for a nickel rock
Ain't gon' lie, that hit was hot
If I had it she would have got a block
Nigga
ride, back seat of my Caddy?
Used to flip them pies ain't no relation to Patti
And I move Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
Before that it was missing
money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
(When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas
(She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she
mights be, I AM YO' FUTCHUM! Ain't that right, SISTER OB'DEWLLA? Hmm hmm! Oh, oh yeah! Thass right!
Chairman: Senator Gorton.
Senator Gorton: Mr.
CMB, 10 a ki' , wodie ain't nothing changed
But I still got my ghetto stripes
Red, blue and yellow ice
That's all I rock, fuck the cops
They want me in
money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
(When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas
(She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she
like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat)
I need a ryde or die bitch (no doubt)
(I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)
I need
like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat)
I need a ryde or die bitch (no doubt)
(I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)
I need
day to day
I've been trappin', man that's day to day
I've been grindin' man that's day to day
I've been grindin' man, that's day to day
4:05 pass,
(Makers)
Gon' pull up on 'em, pull up
Yeah
Should I get it? No cap
(Run that back Turbo)
(Sex) My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I
want you to rock with me, sipping remy
Getting dizzy, rolling blizzies middle of the city
You told me if I fucked up, you killing both of us
That's
Rock it, rock it, rock it, dance till we drop
It's on, it's on, it's on
Okay now, are you ready?
One, two
One, two, three, four
Show stoppin'
down we ain't letting it slide
Let it die down hit him up by surprise
Bitch I stay sharp like a suit and a tie
That nigga wish he was one of the guys
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