Lyrics:
they see you
Progressin' but trust me I'ma kill 'em
This summer
Six-forty-five without the ceiling
Coup, no roof, v-twenty on the engine
This is big
enough)
Forty large on a plain Jane
That's not a bluff (That’s not a bluff)
Top off in a light rain, don't put it up
(Don't put it up)
Thirty cars
Still
place here in the city
It's kind of small and dirty, it's a bedsitter
And there's a lot of us living here
Wall to wall in one big house
And when
svårt att snacka?
Det är svårt det där med meddelanden.
Summer night city
Money, money, money
Hmm, hmm, do-do-do-do-do
Summer
O's with a V in the middle
You would love it if I went away or didn't say nothing else
How am I keeping it real by keeping this shit to myself?
You
ride, trains I ride four five
I got two sixty five ten short of seven five
And I’m trying to get a butter roll with juice on the side
So I’m waiting by
older I would understand that
It's blood in blood out and ain't no turnin' back
Few summers went by and we moved across the tracks
13 that's when I had
to America money, we Earl Jones it
King Joffery, James Brown, now watch me
Keep going knowing they can't stop me
Wearing 40 belows, the coats Rocky
Lambo
the dogs never die, yeah
Forty-two come alive, yeah
Hide your bitch, hide your wife
I'm allergic to cap
I can't hear these niggas rap without an EpiPen
about the amount of years
It's about the amount of love
It don't matter if you're eighteen, forty-five or ninety-one
We're all waiting for our moment
gettin exposed
Big 5 double 0 you already know
Bitches think they cute but I know they hoes
Pistol in my boot, these 40 belows
When I hit the stage I’m
and pay a fee
They be thankin' me, baby keep bankin' me
Kind of stankin' you know how these hoes be
But this bitch got that V
[E-40]
V as in Victor,
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This what you wanted, huh?
This what you wanted, huh?!
Yo, yo, yo
Last few summers, I told you brothas was my year (uh)
kindly
It's time to ride, got my forty five
A couple throwing knives, a load of tannerite
And an ounce of blow
I just might die tonight
They call me
cheat codes
Flows icy jo from Chicago not Atlanta hoe
Wind be burr below summers be zero or low
Er's pack overload squeeze lemons aiming now fo domes
Kick
No tattletales
Try to get them in trouble
You'll be in trouble yourself
That's what they told me
My cousin was groping below my belt
Had me sucking
off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? It's that
You know where I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind
to take us home to California
By the time we made Denver
With our truck drivin' friend we had wheels on fire
Didn't we have ourselves some kind of a summer
to take us home to California
By the time we made Denver
With our truck drivin' friend we had wheels on fire
Didn't we have ourselves some kind of a summer
fairytale
And ninety-five of me is hardwork and I rarely fail.
Even though I'm very pale, I wear a suit of armor and,
In the summer time I ride my
warm moonlight
Shoot, what time is it
Oops
Six, forty five and sun is arisin'
Me and Michelle and Chantel feel like hell
I'm gonna sleep till
Said she wanna vibe
How you still up it's like four forty five
Home body but won't leave my side
Leave across country come and see
My side
Won't let
of the morning that passes by through my window
Another child is born, another dies, and still the wind blows
Spin slow, drawn into strong voice of reason
was
The summer of 2010
I also met Nathan
And MCT in college
They taught me
How to edit writing
How to make
A logical argument
MCT's kind of a dick
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