Lyrics:
on all my jewlery
Yeah them boys so strapped they some hooligan
I throw them racks they come
Right back like boomerang
Riding in a old school but it's new
we ain't ever slippin'
What you know 'bout walkin' in your show strapped with a pistol?
Little bitch I'm flawless, why I'm too official
What you
niggas
I got a full clip for the bullshit
Tell that nigga don’t play me, i’m brazy
Strapped in like I’m ‘posed to be
I don’t want
None of these ho niggas
I, oh, yeah, oh, I
I, ooh
I
Ooh (yeah), ooh, (yeah), ooh, (yeah), ooh
On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped, and they all on go
Keep
the pussy
Should've strapped up in the pussy
Now I'm all jacked up in the pussy
No need to know, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, whoa
No need to know, yeah
I'm too G
house
Crackin' in the trap house, hoe you just a little mouse
Lil' hoe watch yo little mouth (watch it)
Strapped but you ain't gon' pull it out
'cause you know we all strapped up
Your bitch she want me, 'cause she seen a nigga stacked up
But I can't keep her, I just want to be the back up
Wit'
niggas, cause drama, till it's hot, get shot, see the dot
Same day back on the block, set up shop
Hat throw thuggin', throwin' up, fo's and forks, strapped
Floating,
But gasping for a breath
Paying through the nose for every bit of air
Strapped and bleak
Where's the feast in feast or famine
of niggas walking down the
Block like it's Selma
But we strapped with an automat'
Just in case they act up we fighting back
Sorry Martin, I ain't the one
(JasonXM)
We zoeken de euros, de dollars, de pounds
Ben daar waar de cake is (uh-uh)
Ik ben niet op fake shit
Shooter is strapped, heb de guns
And I never know when I gotta go, so I stay strapped
Cause niggas they don't know how to act
It's Monday night and I'm out
Chillin' with my girl, top
Imma go far promise you can't hold me back
It's hanging off my hip so you know I'm strapped
All it takes is one call I can get you wacked
Imma put
strapped and on the free way
Don't judge me you ain't GOD
At times it's hard for me to see straight
Don't judge me you ain't GOD
I know I f***d up in
back to work,
I'm Swinging these packs all ways
My hands are dirty, strapped with a thirty
Bro I like it like that
Girls to thirsty, way to flirty
You
Push it to the limit
Jag är redan hög men let's get higher
Jag är maskerad Michael Myers
Allting som jag rör vid det blir fire
Money talk strapped up
Chase
En bad boy med en bad brud
Jag är strapped nu hittar ingen väg ut
En bad boy med en bad brud
Låt mig tar dig på en rundtur
En bad boy med en
am strapped with my thing
Talk all this shit boy you pretty broke
Talk all this shit boy you finna get the smoke
Talk all this shit boy amma make you
T
It's death all up your ass
When you're fuckin' with me
If they bust caps
(Bust back) , pull heat (Bust back)
Real Rydas always stay strapped, yellin'
strapped up, yeah I got the 50
Try and run up, hit em' with the glizzy
High as fuck, nigga feelin' like a hippie
All my niggas throwin' up a fifty
All blue
axe
Dont make me fuckin do it
I got a battle axe
Cut you and i keep it moving
Battle axe strapped like it don't mean shit
My battle axe will leave you
a dollar inside of my pocket (inside of my pocket)
Put that on my gang, I swear I ain't stoppin' (I ain't stoppin')
Strapped up and I'm vest up, I'm
Young kids get clapped in my hood
That's why I'm strapped in my hood, just 'cause you in my hood
In my hood, in my hood, in my hood
I'm always close
Life
Stayin strapped forever strapped in this drug life
God help me, cause I'm starvin, can't get a job
So I resort to violent robberies, my life is
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