Lyrics:
tools
Har mista familie så nå vi gjør moves
Sa til mine goons
Jeg vil på news
Nei jeg glemmer aldri så vi ekke cool
Ved siden av min bror
Han snurrer
Yeah
Yeah
JG
Bring it back, aye
Bring it back, aye
Yeah
Me and Mac D in the studio bobbin our heads to this shit
Yeah
Big dog got the tools in
Jatt firrde aa bukkde aa shehr tere, vairee kammbde aa jitthe dharre pair ehe. Lagga lakk naal tool ni maut da, aajo vekhiye ni kehda ehnu rokkda
Oh lord
Let me know now
What I can do to help the Earth?
Oh lord
Let me know now
What I can do to help the Earth?
To help the people
To be a tool
nigga with the vroom
(With the vroom)
Bitch choppa said fuck high school
(High school)
Ima mother fucking savage with the tool
(Bow, bow, bow, bow)
Fu-fu
(workin' a fool, Dun Deal on the track)
I'm grippin' my tool (grippin')
Right when I dropped out of school (woo, woo)
And my dawg gon' shoot (baow, baow)
Beatin' down your block, Fetty Wap, boomin!
Meet him for my guap, had to bring the tool in
RGF the squad and we not recruitin'
My G, hundred zoo,
We got London on da Track
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I need two vaults
With the two cars
What that coupe cost?
Get that tool off
What your jewels
Where your tool? You gon' need it like a muh'fucker
And I am so New Orleans like a muh'fucker
It's Young Money and we eating, get your own supper
Make
50 Cent Lloyd Banks!
Nobody get hurt if nobody don't move
Just give it up smooth (G-UNIT')
Motherfucker you move I'll flash my tool
And blast my
rolls on deck, it's the game nigga
You catch me riding foreign shit Off-set
Car ain't even out yet
Big tool long clip, you know you ain't 'bout that
now)
Ahem, tool on deck why would I lie?
Tool on deck why would I lie?
Tool on deck why would I lie?
You a (you a), you got nine lives
I can hit
She want forever trust, I got what you need, yeah
Be my baby, be my lady
We go crazy, all my bitches come small
All my niggas keep tools, go, yeah,
em reciprocal
Street genius individuals, Keep clean hands minimal
Spin a tool and see where one slug lands
Lift off my casket pillow and slap yall
a check that set that and wet that
Puss I'm a wreck that gamble we can bet that
Raise me met that lose I collect that
Tools I can get that rules don't
up, Leaky he clutch, bunny hoppin' with the tool (bunny hop, bunny hop)
Most of my opps they folded
Like what did y'all do?
Drillys pull up, Leaky he
Ski, Ski
Bitch
If I go broke then I'ma bool with my tool (with my tool)
You pull your shit, I pull my shit and let them duel (we let them duel)
Mama ain't raise no fool
Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool
Papa told me never trust a sucka nigga from the streets
Grandma said she
Beatin' down your block, Fetty Wap, boomin!
Meet him for my guap, had to bring the tool in
RGF the squad and we not recruitin'
My G, hundred zoo,
u with dis tool when I'm bouncin through the club
With bout 45 goons when I'm bouncin through the club
U Ain't Talkin Bout No Cheddar (Adios!)
Break yourself fool
Even if i gotta pull a tool gonna make it move
I aint got nothing to lose
Just another nigga late paying the rent
Pocket full
on the air, we gon' have to air it out
Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool
Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news
Put that .40 to this forehead, what the fuck
DVDs
At the pawn shop
Get your jewels and your tools in one spot
It don't matter if the goods are hot
If they're yours or not
Find the thing you
Mama ain't raised no fool
Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool
Mama told me never trust a sucka nigga from the street
Grandma said she
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