Lyrics:
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
bread than SASSA (bread) yeah
My diamonds, they dance, diamonds, they dance like salsa (dance)
Eat up the beat like pasta, So much boof like a rasta
K,
It’s going down and you know where to get!
But you you! Pull it out and start runnin’
Me I pull it out and start gunnin’
Cause nigga I ain’t stuntin’!
So
was he thinkin on my corner
When it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin
Somethin told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun
her messin' around town with another man
And you know that ain't cool, watch me
Hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down
You shot her down
this:
R: Grandma got runned over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me
you alive
Your daddy , Joe Little, had woes of his own
Drink was much stronger than greed
But some in the city felt native red hands
Were no place
Stuffing money in my pockets as you niggas watching
Crocodile python, all my ice on
And ain't nobody fucking with me while the mics on
She so ecstatic
the Leos
Distracted by the actors (Ha ha ha)
Distracted by the bright light
So life is movin' backwards (Woo, ayy)
You snapped dawg me and Bobby playin'
camera, that shit be throwin' me off
You ready?
Start it off
(You go)
You ain't gotta leave out, it's just I know I'm on film ya heard me?
So it fuck
Now you in the depths of Hell, feel like damn it ain't my lucky day
Never shoulda looked my way, motherfucker
Don't trust your bitch ass fool as far
and conceited
I'm sucker free, sucker ducking, so tell them suckers to beat it
Don't fuck with me busta, trust me your future will be deleted
Such a G, ain't no
Now you in the depths of Hell, feel like damn it ain't my lucky day
Never shoulda looked my way, motherfucker
Don't trust your bitch ass fool as far
Hmmm
Hhmmhhmm
Mhmmhhhmmmm
Told her
I'll give you my all
But only if you let me
(If you let me)
Baby I ain't no Average Joe
I'll buy you some Fendi
(Buy
at the W (top at the W)
She told me, "Dollaz I'm over you" ("Dollaz I'm over you")
These bitches way too emotional, uh (way too emotional)
So much perkys,
that hump
By blowing off the job
So 'scrutiating idle
How you got this far, I've got no clue
Finally climb up the last dune
The first of ever more
No
Word bond real talk, do my dirt all by my lonely
'Cause them suckas will talk
I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free
You ain't a G, Don't fuck with me
forever I do it for all of my cousin's
I know I’m dripping too much
But please don’t hate my plug
Hosh, Shout out to Abosh
I promise my nigga by the time
try to hold dough
Give me mine before Po, wrap you up in so-and-so
I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine and great Henry the Eighth
Built with Ghengis
get snaked, you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and grandpa we
man
To always be considerate and do all I can
Protect you, you're my lady and you mean so much
My body tingles all over from the slightest touch
doesn't realize he hurts her so much.
But all the praying just ain't helping at all,
'Cause he can't seem to keep his self out of trouble.
So, he goes
About a rack or so
Enough to fill her up and get her where she's gotta go
But she ain't messed my season up
I had a backup under my bed
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