Lyrics:
Before she died, she cried to see me by her side
She always did her best, ah! cookin', cleanin'
Always in the same old dress
Workin' hard down on her knees
I need to lean on a truck with five old friends
Tell old lies and then tell 'em again
Ride 33 'til it hits the river
Throw cans in the bed 'til
And I'm all up in my bag, I'm on my bully on go
Did me dirty, turned me heartless now my necklace on froze
I been cooling, laying low but now I'm back for
Ronny E niqqa
Zoocci Coke Dope
He's the dealer
Yeah
Smoking on the loud fuck being subtle
Rolling with the goonies from the dirty it's some trouble
to Paris
Je parlez Français with the baddest
She wanted to stay for the weekend but by Saturday, well man vanished
Said I'm back to the old me
And I'm one
Woo woo woo
It sound like church on a Sunday
Man it's Louder than the jets
On the run way
You know I love you and miss you
Think of you every day
Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down
Hey Kamii
Reminiscing about the old days, smoking blunts to the face, ayy
Smoking blunts to the face, reminiscing about the old days
The more I can
it by myself but you know Aj he got aim too
I could make one call and call up Clanzz cause he gon' bang too
Man who the fuck put Heem and Kaygo Gotti
suddenly cold victims
Been having these growing visions
Of old niggas being chopped by young cats
With no scissors just raps
And dope dealers in fact
Zoocci
push start
I can't name how many times they tried to clone me
I can't name all the names that tried to clone me
This dirty money help me see the devil
Once I was happy but now I'm forlorn
Like an old coat that is tattered and torn
Left in this wide world to weep and to mourn
Betrayed by a maid
(gunshots) what's happening money
Damn, nigga money got blasted like that
Fuck man that shit ain't cool dog
Niggas just dying in my
Motherfucking
it's passion, hold me tight
Don't need lights, I can see you by the moonlight
I know your man ain't lovin you right
You're lonely and depressed you
Never fold
RSL that's the title we stick to the G code
We live by the same laws it'll never get old nigga
(Nah)
It'll never get old nigga
(And that's
sending this one to my fam and my old friends
And fans that follow all the tweets that I don't send
My man G's on the net, no goal tend
My plan B I just
I got dumped by my DJ
He said he didn't wanna work with me no more
I got dumped by my DJ
Cos I worked with someone else on a tiny tour
I got dumped
suck you dry
The do what you say, and don't ask why
Who said that hoe ain't old enough?
If she could bleed, then she can fuck
Call me "Dirty Dog"
ko switch
A day for diss
Aazma k dekh le kya krta hu nishane miss
I'm sorry miss I'm Psycho
I wasn't in my path
And my dirty sins are reason
This
as it gets
Rap game changed, this is embarrassing shit
Bunch of bitches posin' on some old Miss America shit
I was a wilder nigga back on my therapist
with his chicked head like Dirty Fihed
Come battle us with your heat and stabbed, nabbed and gagged
Jabbed and dragged and thrown inside of a bag
Your
Ones
I like the all-white, high-top strap with the gum bottom
There's somethin' bout 'em, now dirty that's why I got 'em
I leave 'em strapped and laced
Who the fuck is PE$O PE
meltycanon
Oh, shit wait, man
Can't think, straight, man
Late like young boy, I don't take Xans
Can't feel, my ass oh,
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
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