Lyrics:
cop this shit from the floor show
Yesterday I was fresh but, ay, look now today I'm even more so
Got four bad ones on my torso
Need two more arms like
With the pumpers
But I'ma temple tourer, champagne pourer
Winchmore warrior, Class A courier
Grime scene ambassador, Duppy maker
Four-four saviour, Ally
One pound two pound three pounds four
All it takes is seven pounds of pressure for it to blow
One pound two pound three pounds four
All it takes is
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.
Relent
writhing and reeling and two-bit reportage, for sick with the body and sinister holy, the drown burst blue babies now dead on the seashore, the valorous
the chips
See law ain't no good unless two dice hit
Hate me even if I didn't ice my s***
F*** n****s, make that money and lots of it
Sold four million
wanna Hop, In a new lam, I been a ghost
I couldn't fuck with a hoe, cuz she doin' the most
Casper and Hattie, lil' niggas turnin' a ghost
Two to three
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
get two tries
Die if you try to
You trippin' like a gangsta that's
Piru wearin' sky blue
I know a guy who hand missin'
Before a gram of rock to use
since '92
Look at all the bullshit l been through
Sure caught beef with you know who
Fuck a few female stars or two
Then a blue light niggas knew like
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
We wash lips
Like faucets in four sips
Girl got sass in her speech
Everyone envy her ass at the beach
Don't look at her peach
You couldn't bite with
kill, die every time
Everyone pretend like I got a turn against the light
They don't understand me, they don't see me by my side
1, 2, 3, 4
Do you know
time overthrow
And wanna see me die
My eyes are red I still dah see green lights
I said fuck them all of them
Money only on my mind
And I do it for my
Odin so luv us dat he sacrifice his one eye 4 d sea 2 clear for dey say sailing sailing is 4 dose dat knows how 2 sail if u re rugged sailor jaz on d
distress
And it’s one big goddamned mess x2
Now that green that turns to red, it goes black and blue
Bruises all up and down your avenues, look,
So many
change for a bouquet
Too late, got cha girl by my two braids
And a sidekick 'cause the chick go two ways!
Heyyyy! Doctor (Inda Buildin')
Never get gassed
stories
Shit this all with my two eyes nigga
Despise niggas I'm fly nigga
Don't need an alibi
Fuck the judge and jury
Tell them pussys they can die
OF LOVE
(Dallas Frazier - Clarence R. Selman)
« © '66 Blue Crest Music »
4-0-33
(Earl Montgomery)
« © '66 Combine Music »
Well the two new people
roll by I got nothing on me
'Cause the smoke's already in the air
I am looked up with two braids in my hair
All start with the kaki suit
I'm gonna
Bokke rings out elke keur as daar 'n try is
Die Bok maak ons trots, vandag gaan ons wen hier green and gold, los almal green met envy
Ah, ah, ah, ah,
yea
Yea yea
Grew up with the gang
Bunch of renegades
I come from the ghetto
But I ain't living there
Did some phenomena
That boy he a menace
Can tell by
talking ‘bout a brand new flex on you
Shawty talking ‘bout a past ex, sex on you
She don’t know that I would die to get close
1, 2, 3, 4 feet away just
I'm that OG, some of y'all know me
I used to cop greens from 4G
Nickels, dimes and oz's
I'm like Thor's brother, so low key (Loki)
I might swing
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