Lyrics:
that pain
I just wanna pay bills by talkin
Finna stay up still balling
New baby with a new AP
I don need no ex recording
Two shot to your body stay
Traumatized to death
Cause all that I seen
Maybe I'm just blinded by
The bling, bling (Yeah)
Every time they come around the city
Shots get popped
And it's
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
cause bitch I'm know I'm built to last
Tryna stay up out way, so why these niggas testin me
I'll send them shottas at yo face, don't drop no bag they
is actually a mandate. We're all actors in this I suppose.
What has happened is that in the last 20 years, America has changed from a producer
I shot awake last night
Dreaming of some kind of nightmare
I got to turn on the light
You're right there by my side and
I had a future fright
We were
they're onto me
Screamin' cars racing through the streets
Put a finger up to the breeze
One last breath then I squeeze
One shot rings out in the night
they're onto me
Screamin' cars racing through the streets
Put a finger up to the breeze
One last breath then I squeeze
One shot rings out in the night
the bass
I don't give a fuck what you happen to say
Cause I'm passing ya lane, gotta flash in my veins
With 16 bars I'm attacking ya brain
And by the last
to shot me or shoot me
Those groupies
I prove these truths on loose leaf
the coupe got me kaze
150 in a mazi
cannot be caught by copies
I told Tu this
Looking through my phone
Passed by your number
Yeah do you remember, yeah do you remember
Last December I lent you my sweater
Yeah do you have it?
cloth
If it's the last night, fuck it, going hard
No if, ands, fam, every spliff three grams
Raise my hands, watch her do her thing
But I don't dance
I
gone
Send me to heaven
cngel borrow me your halo
You looking nice
Where you from though?
Eastside, Southside
Heaven or hell
I can tell by the way you
I go too hard, lil' nigga, you not, you not, you not
Yeah, yeah, I'm too hot, i need it all this my year
Cause last year just flew by, just flew by
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
on the barbershop doors
Entourage, security galore
When was the last time
You rolled by yourself, superstar?
Got so much love, I shot Cupid in the heart
I'm awakened
Baby girl rewind your tape you're bombin (YAYA)
Last night we were so astonishin (YAYA)
By my dick you just stunning (YAYA)
I ain't got time to get
Give me one more chance
Give me one last laugh
Get me two more shots
Then I'll pay my tab
Give me one more chance
Give me one last laugh
Get me
Afraid that I might finish last,
I hooked a curve too hard and lost control,
Oh I never know which way it's gonna go.
But what a feeling chasing the sun,
by doctors
She don't want to kill herself
She wants somebody to stop her
I've got my problems too
Yeah I've got my problems too
Bird shot
Buck shot
Fun
Your first time will be your last Earth memories
It's only your own fault, I gave you fair warning
Beware of killer kids who don't care
Unaware fools
Your first time will be your last Earth memories
It's only your own fault, I gave you fair warning
Beware of killer kids who don't care
Unaware fools
Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin
Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin
Look down and see dry blood all on my garment
It
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