Lyrics:
"hell no"
You know it makes me wanna rodeo
When you ain't turned on by my G-U-N show
But you erupt like a volcano
You rub a drive in my libido
keep showin and provin
Play the sideline, waitin for the right time to take mine
Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme
Fuck a peace talk, let the gun
I'm tryin' to keep with the Joneses
While waiting for guns and the roses
To finish what we all suppose is
Gonna be the shit, well sue me
Oh, fist
keep showin and provin
Play the sideline, waitin for the right time to take mine
Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme
Fuck a peace talk, let the gun
Witness my enemies die when I ride by
They shouldn'ta tried me
I send they bodies to they parents up North
With they faces they wrists and
They nuts cut off
It get krazy where I'm from no I tryna die
My lil homie got a gun n now he tryna ride
Shots fired man down it's a homicide
I Swear it really hurt
Slick Rick, yo, get the big dick, yo
Blow the dust covers, pick the age on it
A nose full, sniff a Rose Bowl full
New game, new players, new year
I'm bringin' more than that four-by-four
Watch me dispose of all y'all
Y'all fraud a** n****s
Tape me reboard a** n****s
Gun bigger than sword a**
back in the slums
I be fine by myself, but I wanna be one
I been thinkin' 'bout death ever since a young buck
I like guns and roses, go with my status
Trying to throw cub with crooked smiles
Take your kindness for weakness yhey foul
New York niggas be lovin how the gun talk POW!
Another
Fizzace?)
Feelin' I'm gone come fuck wit you
(Come on down loco)
Ai please have some bitches please
(Ha ha ha) Ha ha ha
Locc I been hustlin' all
the bullet will find you
No matter where you might hide - or where you might run
Tenth of September, 1864, a sniper's gun cut John down
Another anonymous
the dog in the sandlot
King of the rose Im the n***a with dem lamb chops
Ready to explode like shaking up a can pop
Puffy send a n***a for the cake then
the Transport Union, their scabs they did enlist
But all their graft was shattered by a scarlet iron fist
The bosses tried to sweat the lads way down on Glasgow's
the ball and lead then on my own
This armored flower boy
Like guns n roses
Don’t take the blame
I'm never satisfied
They sleepin on me
I got baggy eyes
hit the floor
Like a 9.5 just hit next door
Man, I bet they jumped when they felt that chord
It's a Gun ‘n' Roses reunion tour
Yeah us damn kids we're
shit,
we dream of gangsta shit (Repeat)
Verse 1
I hit licks nigga lead the hood in strong arm
'bout to get more chickens than Foster Farms
Now give it up
She's got gadgets and guns
And by guns I mean muscles
She's got steely ass buns
They're like 2 perfect bubbles
And if you call her "hon"
She sets her
straight
I like South Beach but I'm in Saint Tropez
Y'all drink Dom but not Rosé (hey)
Your chick shop at the mall
My chick burnin' down Bergdorf'S
blowin this bitch
What you think my gun bust ice one
Down in Georgia
Six hours from Florida
Niggas get slaughtered
Boy where Im from
Problems gon get
promise i won't fold
We've been holdin' hands at the mall, you know we bold
I'ma gun him down, do what i'm told
She my life n' soul
Gotta protect my
straight
I like South Beach but I'm in Saint Tropez
Y'all drink Dom but not Rosé (hey)
Your chick shop at the mall
My chick burnin' down Bergdorf'S
clowns we the original Bucktown
We generals with connections to uptown
We gotta tell the crowd calm down
'Cause we rock in cities and farm towns
I'm on now
called for backup well, I had the shotgun and
Began to act up with that
Well I threw down the gun and began to run
I got back in no time and loaded
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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