Lyrics:
caliber glock
Similarities to my uncut, they ready to rock
'Cause everybody wanna ball, nobody wanna get caught
Only the pros and the cons get to stack
(clean)
This is what I mean, I said, this is what I mean, yo
All my niggas got it, we unanimous
Cut from different cloth and different calibers
My
caliber bullets of love
Oh shotgun baby - You never let me down
Shotgun baby - Whenever you're around
Shotgun baby - You shot me to the ground
Oh shotgun
walked me to the car
His shoes
Finest leather
He said
You could wear this style
Follow my advice
He owned a gun
The caliber escaped me
But I
got me?
Dead stop on the road to sanity
I've seen that best that life has
Rock bottom works for me like a
44 caliber dose of reality
It's got
Packin' high caliber heat
If you don't wanna be dancin'
You don't dare miss the beat
Keep the hammer back, hammer back
Don't keep the safety on
Keep
like Jimmy Walker
I can pay Donny Mars in a sticky cage
Give me 30-30 half-caliber half-gauge
And if you don't know what I'm talkin' about
Test
John Lennon was shot here, at the entrance to the Dakota building.
Lennon was shot four times with a 38 caliber gun,
In what seems to be a totally
on ya
A 40-caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor
And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma
While I go city to city fillin the pieu's up
I ask god
she copped me a piece
Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer
What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?
Like my boy Castor Troy with
started then I'm hard to stop
I got forty five calibers ready to pop
And when I pop off
Ya drop off
Ya get blown out the frame
'Cause the more shit change
so you better get, concerned
My challenger, check the calendar
I'm as live as a .45 caliber, Colt
With a silencer, wettin' up, suckers I be
Waterford enuh
Cairo get a almanac, bet unno say Adidja
A go run the place all when me fifty, what a caliber
Higher than the Dutch inna the coffee shop
been mastered
Any sound bwoi goes straight to the casket
Names on gravestones, after a massacre
Headshot dem with a Taliban caliber
Back to the roots,
snatch the heat and get the flame throwin
I stuff two different caliber shells in my revolver
Thirty eight, thirty two, Ross you got a problem
Start me
know I?m sick nigga? Lick my dick, nigga
Forty-four caliber killer gun toter
Hide your kneecaps in a Lexus motor
Pack your stomach in a compartment
Old
southern slang over
Something so conservative
Swingin' lane to lane
Candy coated sippin' purple shit
Mind frame, I herbal it
Southern MC of my caliber, never
gas station a a
Walk inside ah di damn hungry tiger
Walk out inna di glass that is fiber
Mi 40 Caliber, Glock weh chunk headback
From dem try fuck round
Mi pepper bwoy skin wid di hot sauce, yea
That a di 50 caliber, di nozzle chop half way
Di clip long till it curve
Like di curve like di
When mi go fi
buy the city, tryna buy the city
Tryna buy the city, tryna buy the city
Stealth grade Corvette handler, carmine red
Caliber ping pong back and forth
element, I gotta eat, keep the receipts (what?)
I got a set of twins, kept the hunger, kicked in the door
I had to let us in, my caliber got me thinkin'
some
Bloodclaat gun from Hong Kong
Hey Jeffery Hype (Hey Jeffery Hype)
A wah dem hear bout
50 Caliber wid di banana clip
Pussy, anuh banana weh farmer
down him ends, and piss inna di gully
Mek Blak Ryno put di car inna gear
50 caliber kickoff inna pair
Shot swell him up, turn di dawg inna bear
To di
ridin' like clones
Tryna hold what caliber knows
The wild wild West, the wild wild West
The wild wild West, the wild wild West
The wild wild West,
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