Lyrics:
I'm on a hot streak
Finger on the blicky, pussy please don not try me
Don't give a fuck no, fuck, 12 just pulled right by me
Switch this bitch in
talking that tuff shit
Like really my nigga
Who you fuck with
I'm surrounded by rebels and killers
Who'll die for the skrilla
Your niggas is all bitch
I'm
It's nothin', Prefix, go!
Bitch, my name is Weezy F Baby
And you wanna know what the F is for?
That's cause I stay fresh, I I stay fresh
I stay
suggest you to do shit
Get ya chest fuckin' pressed in for confusin'
We are the best from Manchester to Houston
I'm stickin' a tech into ya neck then like
for these kids as victims
Fuck the system
You give a kid 30 cent and think you sponsor somethin'?
I feed a village by myself nigga compton comin'
Purge
(Die by the same code)
I get higher then the planes go, let's take it down monumental, aye
Been about it for a minute now but these niggas never got
some pussy
Really
Yeah
I shouldn't you know I shouldn't
But you want to
Ha yes I said I cannot say no to you
We are going to get some pussy aren't we
For
I had high hopes for this shit
Silly me
Y'all must like these
Yeah
You must like this
I hate this
Wanna start by saying I love you so this shit kind
love guns should’ve married them bitches
We’ll leave a nigga froze by the end of December
We known for horsing niggas cheese, get it back from my nigga
[The Game]
You see that cherry red phantom on them big ass wheels
See I be playin' with them cars I'm like a big ass kid
Crazy with that cap gun
ask for forgiveness
When I'm my only witness
I am not ashamed to say
You need to go away
Who we are and what we are
Won't be made by lasting scars
Freedom of speech is my weapon
How many more lives we gotta lose
For you motherfuckers to wake up outta your snooze?
You better change the rules
This lyrical gun
extravaganza, cops scandals and guns, a S.O.S.
Prepare for the slug fest, unusual suspect disconnet your outfit
It's a dead-end Street, I play for keeps release,
Fuck gal, make money, dawg
That are what we do
Me gonna boss clean, I'ma step up clean too
From your diss, watch ya head, dawg
Pussy, ya need to
Big
b.a.m
By any means
Left right left right left right left
We gonna show you tonight
Yo, real soldiers are unforgotten, we rotten to the core
Post up
Now that's real, real, real
Gun in my purse, bitch, I came dressed to kill
Who wanna go first? I had 'em pushing daffodils
I'm high as hell, I only
sign this for me please? (Sure, what's your name?)
Thanks thanks, I'm a real big fan, thanks thanks
(Here you are) Thanks a lot!
Word uhh
Could do
praying that I'll stay
For you and me there is no way
Run off before you are taken away
I've got a gun
I've got a gun
I've got a gun
I've got a gun
fifteen
Gotta make it work by the first
Hit the mall friday, let’s ball
Bitch you know it ain’t nun for me to splurge
I bought the shit when all on serve
niggas are killing for money it be might your buddy im packing the 44
My Shorty so bad i just hit her ass with the dead presidents
Rocking all black
you are
I don't wanna know if you're having fun
Or your maddens are on sale
I don't wanna know if you've got a gun
Or a new stepson or you think you're
disrespect you
Nigga write about it
I know some pussy nigga scared
Probably ripe off it
Me a stroke and a car by myself
You know we just there holding
to notice
I got more ice than a super-sized drink
And I know I'm the shit
I don't care what you think
You niggas ain't livin by the gun
I have you in
I'm a dog in the streets
My name sumn serious
Can't go nowhere by yourself
Bitch you ain't nothin serious
Niggas dames, her brains somethin serious
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