Lyrics:
Tour around, go full circle, the map
Go by me, I can leave five in the trap
Word to the East End, that's subliminal death
Slap back your old tattoo, gun
I can do it now
Or do it when I'm older
US intelligence
Revel at my folder
Eminem Show
Know I can never fold up
Track six the kiss
Yo the gun be out
Damn memories passing by,
Like the stars of the night sky,
Still wishing you were by my side,
But you ain't,
My emotions are still feeling faint.
So
Shouldnt Raised a Pipton
One day no woman seeking Find him attractive
Hes all cheap
Fuck around with the og I wanna see him bleed
To the death of my
Once I had an asthmatic bike
A static wind
A cheerful cloud
A wooden gun
And a pair of pants
With fake buttons, welded pockets
And a bunch of doves
ain't gone ever be ova till it's won
No need for people to retaliate with they guns
Life and death is in the power of your tongue
She looking good living
claiming a set that's in street Creed debt
I hear the gun talk no shells dropped yet
I know I'm the best but still bar you to death
Jordan knew he was best
leather jacket arm raised balled in a fist
Its gone be of death if I ever send a kiss
Im against all odds real ones get my drift
Without the grass cut I see
glory
We 40 boys, 40 deep Right on 40 street, throw them 4s up
Followed by a fist, nigga See death be followed by a kiss, nigga
Don't you fall for
touch heat
I'm levels, you wanna be like J.I.D
My dog is tearing you up, piece by piece, that freestyle was weak
Laughin' from the backseat, do we need
around in LA with a Ram truck
Yeah
Wanna come through like hell yeah
Imma hit from the back like hell yeah
Brown-skin bitch with a bangin' ass body
Told
[Forte' - Chorus]
They Got Me killin with them
They Got Me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum, holdin' arms, bustin' guns with them
They Got Me
(Star wars)
Gun shots, dead opp - it’s not me, my choppa cool (Pow pow)
If you wanna know my method, there’s another killing tool (Murder)
More life for
Yeah
Banks
COTI
Yo
Hunnid dollar bills for sit-up drills, my benji' reps
Ignorant, and I don't give two fucks with Fendi F's
Learnin' by
Moments of silence for fire fighters were interrupted by cell phones.
Who's going to make that call to increase an unknown death toll?
It's the one we
I'll ride
Til my death or touch collide, til my judgment, til I rest
I'll be that gun smooth assassin, run with trues for blastin'
Snatchin' up
If you ain't got guns, then you better cop some
'Cause the New World Order's around the block, dun
Streets be where Lox get their props from
Check
seat, to master the beef
It's so real, if I don't see you, I'm snatchin' ya peeps
It's on, nigga, whoever get hit first, is gonna kiss dirt
My soldiers,
This the whip, that niggas yelling YOLO in
Gun under my arm like it’s deodorant
Bullet ‘bout as big as a can
They put a soda in
I don’t sip the liquor,
with the lil' fish
I hit today, by tomorrow, she miss it
I grabbed her neck, she look up then I kiss it
I'm not a GOAT but I fit the description
I
Sucker, when you see the barrel, better pucker
Up for the kiss of death when silhouettes rush ya
Cold like Russia, six feet under
Sprayin' at your crew
And now coming down the aisle (uh)
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body, it's young Bronny (it's me)
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with
One night
When me and my mom was about to go to bed
All the doors was locked
Then when I had fell asleep
My mom had heard three gun shots
It was
(Intro)
Laa, la, la, la, laa, laaa
Laa, la, la, la, laa, laaa
(This is a Noodles Production)
(Verse 1)
I need my friends, need help
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