Lyrics:
sons, leak shit, we come wit tons
You could never see these ones, just our mothafuckin guns
[Chorus] 2x
[All] M-I-double-S-I-N Linx, Missin In Action
come
Balling?... 23
My money comes by the 100's
I'm speaking blue cheese
I said out with the old, and made a new me
I don't know you, for nighas who say
hang-ups, she holds faith in us, I come by real late, she don't wait up (nah)
She don't make a fuss, she knows that
Won't make trust when we both wake up I
back to bro
Cuz she been fiending too damn long
Got a Q but I'm gon break down 3.5
Put that in my lungs
Sharks going so damn crazy I'm like usain on this
my soul
Ten Cadillacs
A diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes
To dress to kill
A ten room house
Some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
the gas like "Excuse me"
Yo' bitch say I'm a cutie
Used to be at the Q-team
In the A, smokin' on a QP
After I finish this song
'finna finish smokin' this
hold my own cause its rugged though
I be that diamond in the rough, see a nugget gold
I got no time to encourage your procrastination
They
by the tricks and jawns, pimps and cons
Born and raised in Oakland, several miles man from [?]
Ooh, man this shit we on, get blown to oblivion
hang-ups, she holds faith in us, I come by real late, she don't wait up (nah)
She don't make a fuss, she knows that
Won't make trust when we both wake up I
belief
I didn't mold in my tears
I was molded by all my grief
What I need, God knows
I got on my knees and told
I let my soul cry (forever)
If
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