Lyrics:
Be-Coming Enemies of their own families.
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side
is in my soul, and so are you
Love won, I give you my gun
I'm riding with you baby, in it for the long run
Love won, I give you my gun
I'm living
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
my picture with silence
'Cause my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gangsta, but still I got flavor
DeCicco, DeCicco, DeCicco, DeCicco
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Git, git, git, git, git
It's-It's-It's Christmas, richness
On my wishlist if he
myself a party
You know a flyin' saucer landed right by my side
You know a big green man jumped out and boy, you know he robbed me
You know he beat me
Going down la la la
Going down la la la la la
I used to buy my sweets and candy treats at
Raymond's shop
I used to pass there everyday
They'll be shocked i'm still breathing they was praying I fail
Pull the trigger blow they heads I call my pistol Michelle
Then I pick up the shells scary
(listen)
I like your girl so you better look after your girl
Or I might just take your girl and make your girl my girl
Switch your girl with Michelle
TRUE GRIT // (Alt Title: Army of One)
Music & Lyrics by Michelle J. Gonzalez 2018
Music & Arrangement by Erick Bolivar
VERSE 1
Gotta live with
doin', doin'
Oh, you see spy my mind, mind, mind
Even when I'm on the line, line, line
Coming ready with my guns and bullets
'Cause your body is gonna
Getting my facts from a Benneton ad
I'm lookin' through African eyes
Lit by the glare of an L.A. fire
I've got a face, not just my race, Bang
Fuck rap, I've been rich, crack by my stick shift
Oxy like concerts, always my bread first
"Get Mine" my nickname, O-X and cocaine
Nina my new
What is going on and it's Michelle LA's 97-01
Radio is what you're listening to first
Thing I walk in the door and right
Behind me here he is Kanye
you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la, la la
Imaginary world
Blue sky crowned by a rainless rainbow
The future's bright everybody smiles
Knives
fuckin' suck, man
Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, man
I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, man
I hop in your
And stuck a gun into my guts
I fell down
To my bended knees
Saying, "I dig farmers
Don't shoot me, please!"
He cocked his rifle
And began to shout
"Are you
And stuck a gun into my guts.
I fell down
To my bended knees,
Saying, "I dig farmers,
Don't shoot me, please!"
He cocked his rifle
And began to shout,
you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm
will say I stepped right
And whether through religion, or stopped by the cop
shinin' his flash in my face, I'm bound to see the light
[Incomprehensible]
know that I'll always be true
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Gonna shoot my old
of the club, sippin' Moet, is where you'll find me (what?)
The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me (uh)
Mad question askin', blunt passin',
I went for a run this morning, just like you
And in my mind I heard a car behind and a gun shoot
And as the bullet passed through my head I fell
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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