Lyrics:
gotta shoot
Carolina whip, powder blue
Niggas never was providin', talkin' how they ridin'
Homie, I was ridin' too
In public housin', tried
mind all over his face
How do brains taste, when they mixed with gun powder
Semi to fully automatic makes the gun louder
I got som'thin to fix pain
Bagging up that powder by the kilos
Working on my aim call me Draco
Got the AK-47 for you fuck niggas
Dial up 187 on you fuck niggas
Bagging up that
Weh mi se fi do
Stomp a snake
Stomp a snake
We nuh pet we nuh powder , nor pamper snake ( step pan dem )
Gwaan like wi friend when wi find dem fake
be able to tell fast
Some cop I'm about to smack across the face in this robbery
I'm on a robbin spree, and ain't no STOPPIN ME
I should cool it
Chewing my face off
Talking absolute rubbish
The first line hit me like a kick in the face
Thought I better have another just
barrettes
Let the beretta blow you die slow
While I smoke on chron-ic
Try to throw salt homie like dry
Sweat gun powder flow through triceps
I'm more advanced
flipped
Plus they got him with the hammers
Gun powder residue
That’s what I seen out my project window
Let it run, Q (Smart ghetto ass)
If I die tomorrow
go and powder your cute little pussycat nose !
Pussycat, Pussycat
I love you
Yes, I do !
You and your pussycat nose !
What's new pussycat ?
motion
So bitch, we smoking and drink
Drinking and smoke
My ho got tats on her face
Sell me them cookies from Oakland
But not the kind that you eat, stuff
Powder her nose dipped it in the cocoa powder, cocoa powder
Good girl gone bad like Rihanna
Custom pedicure she a fly bitch
I done realize I ain't fucking
street
That new porch swing on my front porch
Gets to swing a whole lot more
My favorite shade of powder blue's
Fresh on my front door
The grass is
playin' with that powder, and I can tell
You know that crack smell, and he lookin' all frail
My sister need bail; she just caught the weed sell
Now the feds
the Queen of the castle hit the dungeon be
Got mace, I face, like the weed I taste
No grace, fuck haste, makes waste cremate
Every single woman in here
Uh
They call me F-L-A-C-K-O and don't play, no, 'bout my papes
Baked potato on that Draco, new bandana on my face
Ain't no stains up on my drapes,
These Bitches ain't entitled to my place bruh
Kill my vibe and we tear your whole face up
Selling drugs competition full of lace ups
Got the crystal
Steady gettin paid, pushin powder
Cakin motherfuckers sellin flour
A brother like the Face ain't broke mayne
Hah, I started small time, dope game,
the man in the white
Feels all right
Powder pleasure in your nose tonight
See the men paint their faces and cry (like some girl)
Like some girl it
Yo, Oh, Yo Rae... I can't feel my face
My heart pounding and shit (audible heart)
Paranoid as a motherfucker right now, who the fuck?
Close
I don't care if there's powder on my nose.
I don't care if my hairdo is in place.
I've lost the very meaning of repose.
I never put a mudpack
powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm
Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb
What you niggas know about the Dirty South
See never
To see can I get a shot at the bonny black hare
I met a young girl there with her face as a rose
And her skin was as fair as the lily that grows
I says, My
Oh when that powder hits
Oh where you gonna spend your time
Playing games your eldest tamed
All failing on the finish line
Warm regret to face
think I sprinkled when I tinkled
so, I dip in the sides there be a sweeter by the seater
cocoa powder, bubble-bath, and rubbing alcohol
for 5
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