Lyrics:
to trial, I'll never cop a plea
Coolin by myself when I don't rap I try to smoke in peace
We use tools to fix our problems we not with that net talkin'
You
4. Lion King morning time score, bird song, dog barking, snoring,
5. Sound professor from Cornell struggling with recording, bird song recorded by
these niggas
You don't need another case
Let me murk these niggas
Fuck around and lose a
Loved one 'bout Khaled
Connections with the Arabs
Ross cartel
go deep in her guts and be screamin', she lovin' it (lovin' it, shit fat)
And promoters who book me just know who I'm comin' with (my strap)
And we
Hot shit, from the city of big lights
Where ever you look out it's a star
With their cellphones out
Doin' bid'ness by the bar they bein'
(Flashing) That
the yay-yo couldn't get the money back
[Capone]
So where you at?
[Tragedy Khadafi]
Meet me uptown, by the polo ground
Strapped with the vest, plus I
back
And bro like to ride with a back ass strap
We trying slide leave a big ass mess and you never outside where ya bitch ass at?
Boy sit down get your
the Glocks
I got the addy, slide on the opps, let off some shots
It's all fun and games until your ass get dropped
You want the smoke, boy, watch how quick you
From the land of Arab
Comes a grand old grub
With a touch of a tasty toum
To give you a real good boom
It's the daddy of all food (Oh boy)
It's for
to you (By my side)
You know I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me (By my side)
(There isn't everywhere you go that it's—) (By my side)
want no smoke
Why you flexin' boy you don't want no smoke
You keep on posting these picture holding these straps but you a non smoker
Nigga you
Strike you like a Bic head
Your flow sick? My shit dead
Sillier than V.I.C. said
Soulja Boy and Arab
You should see my 11 year old daughter do they
tryna flip and
Drift with me that subliminal shit
Then bomb for you braggin' bitches
So prepare to get so so by some real Outlaw
(Well, I just heard some
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
the street and
Go loot with the masses
Tell me how boy went from
Coupe to a casket
Tryna rob me like baskin
Chopper sing it's everlasting
Then make a play with
soft
Said the boys up in Odasville was breakin' him off
Can you picture him in a jar, niggas jokin' him up
Treatin' him like a pin cushion, pokin him up
(BJ on the beat, boy)
Why the temperature say eighty degrees and I'm the only one fucking cold in here?
Maybe 'cause you're the only one with all
Feel like these lil niggas pastors cause I give these niggas hope
Came dripped in all white thought I was riding with the pope
Fuck me up I seen
I get that arab money like busta bus
I throw the condom on then I just rush to bust
Oh! oh! then I pop champagne
And I mix it with the goose it go
For real
Yeah
Rentals and arab wrappers
It's a dun da dun
You know that
Huh
Huh, I'm feeling better now
Still got people in the hood, I'm trying
Beat the box
Pretty boy Floyd
Arab bitch
I don't need no oil
Jersey bitch
Yeah I hit that raw
Texas bitch
She came with toys
Told that bitch
She
the trap" (it's ya boy Yo Gotti)
I have wet dreams 'bout my kitchen, I got trust issues with my bitches
Every gun inside my city, it got switches, I'm not
gonna find your body hog-tied
No guys saying they neutral but playing both sides
Homicide housing young cartel with dope tides
Your boy ain't playing
the boys
Leather love
Give in to the noise
Leather love
A feeling so diving
Give in to your fierce desires
Feeling up my body covered up in straps
Your
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