Lyrics:
forgive me, driving tipsy
Thank you fo being wit me through that crash
Three inches to the left
Four inches to the right
No coincidence, there's a reason
uncle, uncle
Drowned by the bloods that's on their hands
Say what, say what?
Got damn
The gravedigger creeps into the crypt then strips the bed
Hook:
I'm Violent by Design
Verse 1:
There's violence in my history
Silence or your lips will bleed
Silencers and M16s
Try me and the triggers
inches
Yeah
Missed death by some inches
Missed death by some inches
I know I'm better without it
Indeed I don't doubt it
But everything starts with a crave
over there nigga its three and out
I know my kicks and shit rare niggas don't seem em out
But they done seen some miles
I put my faith in my soles that
Inches, God damn, shit tore through my jeans
Bitches drove by, start observing the peen
Fate is so amazed, she was begging me "please"
Pullin' out her tits,
Swingin' with this here stud, you need practice,
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress,
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin',
I’m with now
Ain’t no change in my style
I been living like this for a while
Crazy, I took me a mile
I was given only inches to determine how my life
(He slept with for three nights
And thus he had all the mead
He now quickly shapeshifted into an eagle
And flew away as fast as he could)
(When
Die by the game
It's in my blood
Cause real niggas don't change
Hustle first and ball later man
Guaranteed everything gone be greater man
Real niggas
and think
I lose myself in a cradle of a sadistic hate
I slowly shake
It rings in my blood, and I salivate
Like a chorus of cats in heat,
For
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
of genies and smoke me for 3 wishes
I'm feeling vicious
Sid
Vicious kinda vicious yeah
I'm sickened by existence
But a kiss from mama mistress keeps me fit
My personality is cold, maybe I'm just vicious
But I'm building from these broken bridges
I'm grabbing all the money by the inches
But frankly I
hoes on me, i push 'em aside
Playerground boy, rules i don't abide
Barely 3 inches but she still wanna ride
Me and the gang go bussing
Don't wanna be
repeatеd
But he needed not a reason
Making meaning in my shadow
Three headed demon
Fire blazed, head of arrow, I'm en route
No stops and layovers, spin out
I
Faced against many foes, I brandish my steel
soaked with the blood of perished souls
Engulfed with the flames of both light and dark
Redemption is my
Im the type of nigga get a nigga type and then i smash them uh
Later on that day nigga found out ask me what happened uh
Only three inches in she say
club, shoot, stab, sell crack
Straight like that
We eat, sleep, shit street life
Straight like that
We get knocked by the same ?
Straight like that
Crawling, just to make a statement
In this matrix
Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing!
By the department of sanitation
the bank
With his wallet in his hand
No babylon
So I said, hold up your hands
Got my knife in my hand
Two inches from his face
He's pissing his pants
Sweat
Flipping Benjamin's, my money in rubberbands
3 a.m I'm still working
Palms itching blunt burning
Designer clothes lil bitch I'm surfing
Dripping ice like
in my garden in entertainment just sipping coffee
They missed and one of the hands flew and
Landed on my lawn leaking blood scared to touch
So I pick
of Beverly Beverly
[Lil Bing]
Two joints be smellay in my Cadi
Drivin badly ti Cali
Hastled by federalis
Drippin candy
Sippin brandy
Twenty inches look
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