Lyrics:
her
A little shorty but I like my bitches taller
Nastiest, the flashiest
You got blunts pass them shits
while Big fuck your bitch, uhh, uhh
While your
below my eyes
Because it seems to me
You see it all, including my demise
Then tell me this
My overlord
Are you what I'm living for
To pull the wool
3-litre dingers with spinners
Now we pull up with pumps
Don got left on the mains
Like don got hit by a bus
In skengs we trust
So I trust these things
the conan grip
And dont slip
Cause if ya do theres reprocussions for ya whole crew
Treat you like fuckin old news when i fold you
East coast body let
(combat zone)
I've seen beer, beer-can (combat), beer-can bazookas made (combat zone)
Damn things hit you (combat), just-just as getting hit with a gun
I got an army of 12 micronauts;
I got a spaceship for the 12 astronauts;
From 1 to 2, you best know I am 12 lots;
I cook the last supper in 12 pots;
and cage
Fair exchange clicked ya bow wid ya 12-gauge
It's time for me to do this shit for all my years hurtin'
See these other niggas bustin' raps that
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
coming ta serve ya
Nigga we told ya Bone be stalking, (we walking)
Number one assassin
Pick up the pump and it causing the 12-gauge eruption
Let loose
provide that world you’ve been living in
I couldn’t gauge every problem within
Hoping it wouldn’t hurt me again
(Guitar solo by Ëkoli))
beat the
GOAT with gossip raps
If you ain't got the facts
Why you spreadin' the rumor? You
Could get shot for that shot'll clap
The fifth on me like I
I got extra
I got extra, yeah
I got money
I got work for his hoes
I got a plethora, yeah
I get money
12 gauge shotty
I don't like nothing
I got extra
I got extra, yeah
I got money
I got work for his hoes
I got a plethora, yeah
I get money
12 gauge shotty
I don't like nothing but hoes
I got extra
I got extra, yeah
I got money
I got work for his hoes
I got a plethora, yeah
I get money
12 gauge shotty
I don't like nothing
by funk
Mothafucka, you ain't see my trunk
I got a (SK) and a (AK)
And a (12 gauge) that'll fuck a nigga whole day
So recognize a real nigga from
Skepta you're a prick, you're not major
Draw for the 12 gauge or 12 gauger
Sum wung san malai pun yo tai omi ay wung sun
Skepta's a battyman
I will end
the payback for evil shit you did to me
They call me militant, racist 'cause I will resist
You wanna censor somethin', motherfucker censor this!
My words are
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
shirts for you
I'm not a game bitch
I'm fire I'll flame shit
Yeah I was with Swizz but my lane switch
Before he got with Ms keys
I made Swizz cheese,
twisted
So run for cover
Me and my man got a plan, kickin' major dust
So if you owe, nigga
Look for the gauge to bust
A lot of pressure with the street fame
loading up the 12 gauge
Cobain Cobain
We bout to blow up loading up the 12 gauge
Link up at the bar they say come as you are, I come as a star
They used
a broken gun
Got you doing more dances than Puffy's son
All you groupies that wanna get took
You gotta be 12 years old with a coloring book
And anybody
on Cassidy and
A scuffle breaks out between
The entourages and delays the battle
For just over five minutes
You get ya jammed up, I got my blue bands up
I
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