Lyrics:
Played the bad man when the burner was in his hand
Now he's singin' sad songs with Elvis
Three to the head, 'bout six cross the pelvis
Ya fuck with
and gentlemen
Are you ready?
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Wo oh wo oh wo oh
Sign of me wanting more
Ignorance keeps me ahead of my game
It's a curse
Yeah, straight mob ties, five brothers, SLS
TR3YWAY shit, east side, yo
Goldfinger, oh-oh (Scum Gang!)
Gigi, yah
Gigi, what?
Gigi, yeah, uh
I give that ass-troid, heaven and mergatroid
I'm that six, umm, microphone-holdin humanoid
Pyschological like Sigmund Freud
But I get annoyed
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. The 12 king pimp commandments!
Uh
It's pimp gator
Peep the ?
A king pimp's been here for years representin'
eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just grabbed
Have you ever seen six pounds,
Straight loud, in the back of a tv?
Eight racks shipped out
In-between some magazines G?
Have you stayed down,
Seen em
the office countin' numbers (tell 'em)
Don't ever judge a book by the cover
Bitch, judge a cook by how it bubble (stove)
Yeah, yeah (oh)
Pagin'
out
On us generously through Jesus Christ are savior
Titus 3:5-6
See to it brothers and sisters that none of you has a sinful unbelieving heart
That
sex appeal and Boobs expose ya self
7). The value that I taught is that's a noose, enslaved by likes and hearts
8). cnd Followers to boost influence -
Born, born, born in Bethlehem.
Three for the Hebrew children,
Four for the four that stood at the door,
Five for the gospel preachers,
Six for
One two three four
How many guns can a country hold
Five six seven eight
How many bodies in our wake
Bang bang, bring the hell
No where left
an MC, who can't be the are-E-D
Fuck wit me, you'll get slapped up and capped up easy
By me and a tre-eight pistol, so vacate the premises
Or ask
Ollie ollie oxen free!
Like one, two, three
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Yo I pop six boxes, play some scalezes
Pitch the ball I'ma
but it's cool
I'm just tryna raise some shit that I felt
Twenty-four hours in a day
Take away eight worth of work
What's that make? I finish 'round six
a six-shooter trey-eight
Three fresh females, who would have thought
Cause they tried to rob me, I almost got caught
I stood there for a minute, tried
breakout of my car
Every morning I breakout and wanna leave (For a week)
Every morning I just
Make it further in love
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 7, 8, 9, 10
1,
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Food Part [Repeat: x 8]
Food party tonight
Voice 1: Hey, great party
Voice 2: Eh yeah, Everybody is here
Voice 1: Eh yeah good to see you
was so happy
He went on to pen the best seller
8 Charmingly Delicious Recipes Using Base Gravel number 3
Later on he found his soulmate in
the countdown Zack, yeah
Keep goin' man, keep goin', you ready?
One, fun
Two, you
Three, me
Four, more
Five, no jive
Six, no tricks
Seven, we in heaven
the countdown Zack, yeah
Keep goin' man, keep goin', you ready?
One, fun
Two, you
Three, me
Four, more
Five, no jive
Six, no tricks
Seven, we in heaven
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