Lyrics:
The deck and then blast the sound
And pull over by the playground
Uh huh, you the flavor-nigga flow
I roll with force champ, so
Don't get Pa amped
You might
mic I'm breakin necks
Run train tracks, like stand by me, lookin for any dead body,
I'm grip like a pitbull, leave yo brain gone like Muhammad Ali,
bitch)
By time you catch up, I'll be on that next shit (skrrt)
Bitches worried 'bout what I don't post (why?)
The only time you turnt, ho, is when I go
the open
Baby, open up for me
Open (open), keep it open, by the ocean
Yeah, lipstick wrapped around my lemonade glass
Starin' right at her but don't know
Ego na eku
2Squard on this track
Ego na eku that’s how we do it
Ego na eku ona eku ka fan
onye nwere ndi ndi oga ekusa ya
Money na turn by
(By the morning)
(By the morning)
(By the morning)
It's my fault again
Hope it gets better by the morning
Me and bro drifting whips, We been flooring
blood, shit up himself
Diarrhea
Calico a sing like a love song by Aaliyah
Buy a Benelli weh day, ship it from Miami-a
We a buss di k mek yuh thinner than
My friend finally made a record and took to the road and played guitar
He met this girl from Pennsylvania stuck by his side in love and war
Fearful
around and change
But, Lord, please let this be the one
'Cause I'm prayin' to you now with my hand right by my gun
My city turned me to a city girl
Had
All you need’s a roller
Then you got your way to the fame
Long as your flow’s on point and
Your beats by Jack Swing
Niggas gettin’ money, shoutout
the savage can't never tell a bad bitch a freak she too classy but shit I can tell by her lips that she nasty expensive ass panties grip to the ashies she mean
If I hear you gettin' chips, pitbulls where you sleepin'
Everybody on the fuckin' floor, I'm squeezin'
Click the four, grip your whore by her weave
mic I'm breakin necks
Run train tracks, like stand by me, lookin for any dead body,
I'm grip like a pitbull, leave yo brain gone like Muhammad Ali,
been?" "On a little vacation"
"Oh, by the way, congratulations
Who's the lucky man?" She said, "I got him on file"
Then she said, "It's Spice 1",
on the pump, make the 6 straight jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the West Side, East Coast where you
Finger on the pump, make the 6 straight jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the West Side, East
my pitbull lockin on your bone gristle
Castin shadows in every battle
I rabble words like scrabble
drag your brain through the gravel
at the speed
bought me season tickets
Real good credit
So
Don't let her pass you by
Don't let her pass you by, ay
Don't let her pass you by
Don't let her pass you
okno witam kolejny dzień
Hemp Gru jest dla mnie jak tlen
Spełniony sen moje słońce i cień
Jesteś gotów? Jestem gotów by zmienić się
Otwieram okno witam
Prolly why promoters felt like we didn't deserve to get paid
We were loved by some hated by many
Years pass growing up now, we just met Benny
Fan base
June 6th 1975
In Miami Florida was the place I first arrived
My parents smiled as I opened my blues eyes
'cause they was newly married and I was
that "B" shit
By the way, I love free shit
But nothing in life is free
Not even free shit
Anyway
I'm in Miami, man, I'm prolly in the shade
Since my hair
up a pit, gotta see the bro (Fuck it up)
Locking on yo arm, like a pitbull (Grr)
Pull you up no matter what the depths are
Cause I'm ready, lay my life
tell you what the tally is
But my select few, are the best few, all I need to get the troops rallying
Rottweilers and pitbulls my dogs are vicious
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