Lyrics:
of guns screaming fuck the law that’s on everything
You a rap n***a, I’m a trap n***a, don’t compare us pussy we are not the same
If you don’t fuck with me
feeling Like she needs love
Baby show me that you be worth cuz I need a
Ride or die to be by my side
Said she asking for a love song
Yh
Said she don't trust
don't need no gun
But it's the nineties, and n****s don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't want to get
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
It's us
Damn, damn
Damn (it's us)
Me and Vezzo don't do double cups, yeah, we truly stackin' it
see
Why all these n'ggas never trying me
Guess i'm like candy she been eyeing me
I don't believe nor word
I need actions, gimme them verbs
I gotta see
So if you see me winning don't be mad at me
Just be inspired by the fact that you act like me
N' if you think it's anybody but your own fault
Cuz you
wait outside.
Don't be stealin' nobody's damn horses.
Stepped inside the bar.
Layzie Kid you son of a gun!
Hey man I'm glad you made it safely, now
she was with us so I brought her.
Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble,
Double crossed by the law so it's nobody to run to,
Yeah it's just me
it's will to reach the sun.
Well, we are the rose - this is the concrete - and these are
my damaged petals. Don't ask me why, thank God nigga, ask me
Mmm hmm
Yes it is
Purple roses, purple roses
I can't focus
This sh*t so potent, don't you know these purple roses
Purple roses, purple roses
This
a wizard, but this is not Oz
Cold but hot, I can turn the summer to fall
I'm sicker than y'all
Don't talk to me unless you talkin' 'bout paper
I'm buyin'
work, put 'em in the dirt
Shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand
They don't ask no questions, n****, all they do is bang bang bang
it)
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang (and don't worry 'bout a damn thang)
(It feels good, yeah) it feels good to you (good to you)
Let me see how
she can't get nothin
I told her I'd pay for it bitch I was bluffin
My money ain't childish dont get caught by dem youngins
I put this shit up they
of life can’t trust no damn time
Thuggas gone play, and women damn lie
So live my life until my mind is fried
Ima K-I-N-G
You don’t wanna fuck with me
to live
That rose tat for my daughter that's my favorite kid
Where the lean and beans perks shit is killing me
I don't know why the fuck i'm sad what's got
a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
I went to Rags N Riches
Yea Bad bitches
Like a nigga don't know ride around clock a gun, overload
Takin the perkies I do it for show, clock a bitch
let her do her damn thang
Me and my n***as all we like ta do is just f***in hang
And we like ta slang out, occasionally
Get dat paper my n***a U
[Peedi Crakk]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly
Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs
People
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
Nothing's forever I forecast then foreclose
An illusion what I'm
Le Gun ou la Rose toujours pas choisi
Pilon Hennessy j'suis dans ma folie
Baby j'n'ai plus de cœur j'crois que j'suis maudit ouais
Je ride le soir
mean opposition
Messing with me ain't a smart decision
Rap against me lose your position
All of you rappers don't listen damn
Killing the game that's my
bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'm a boss champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by tha case
Brisco line to young nigga what it do
He
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