Lyrics:
One shot
Till ya drop
Niggas living and they dying by the Glock
Taking life time served around the clock
Penitentiary chances end up in a box
One shot
at the same time I play
Get served a meal by my mom or padre
Work on myself must improve in each way
I love the crib after every long day
Go watch a stream
Sipping on my destiny
Yea yea aye yea
Gimme all of my coins
Gimme all of my coins
Gimme all my coins I served my time
Gimme all of my coins
Gimme all of my
and they all late
(Best served)
Cold items all on my Plate
(Cold)
Not really in the night life
(Revenge)
Living more of the high life
(Is a dish)
Got bills
a dish)
Got bills and they all late
(best served)
Cold items all on my Plate
(cold)
Not really in the night life
(Revenge)
Living more of the high life
(is
Pick up the work
Ain't no slackin when I swerve When I, pick up the work
Tyson Farms packing birds when I, pick up the work
You can come get served
one night, one time with me
Just slid, just served, didn't fucked, just leaved
Want pills, want po', got q's, got p's
On this side, hit my line, what
It ain't served me yet
It ain't served me yet
Yeah it ain't served me yet
Ay yeah ay yeah ay yeah ay yeah
I've been so lonely
I've been so obsessed
likes it served up hot hot hot
Steaming from a great big pot
Grilled and baked and deep fat fried
With a little sauce on the side
Spicy Southern chicken
pneumonia
Life is a minestrone, served up with parmesan cheese
Death is a cold lasagne suspended in deep freeze
I'm leaning on the tower of Pisa
Had
cell!
I'm getting weaker, and weaker, I know
This ain't a fucking spell!
The fuck would I know about life
It never served me well!
Now I'm running
to survive and his will to take my life if I don't really abide he was...
Made men,
Look at my swerve,
You can get served ain't it,
You'll find me rollin' with
They don't think
About their actions
They don't know
Of what's to come
Justice will be
Served
Justice will be
Served
This is a dish that's best served
Take your final breath
This one last dance
We are better off dead
Our hearts will be served cold
Pray your final prayer
And shout your final curse
As we
kill it , it's not a flex yeah
Have you heard some rumours that
I leave em so well served yeah
Stars glow at night
Up you can see my reflection
You know
on my land
Why can't you understand
Served my time
Served it well
You made my soul
Write the rules
In the sky
But ask your leaders
Why why
The end-end-end-end-end-end-end-end
And
Served my time
Served it well
You made my soul ascend
Write the rules
In the sky
But ask your leaders
Why why
Oh, the snot has
just wanna fuck, I just wanna)
Baby step into my room, show me love
And get served like tennis right now
If you wanna come and get served right now
served my time?
The eight legs of the devil now
Are crawling up my spine
The firm hand
Of the devil now
Is rocking me to sleep
I force my blind
served in our brothels to keep away the pain
What I share with you my lad
It's the biggest secret I've ever had
I make barrels of whiskey, it ain't
Served promptly at eight o'clock,
Served promptly at seven
Served promptly at ten o'clock,
And promptly at eleven heaven
Miss Mary Ann
Kept her
on my land
Why can't you understand
Served my time
Served it well
You made my soul
Write the rules
In the sky
But ask your leaders
Why why
can't hide
You know that I'll find you
Revenge, revenge
A dish best served cold
The taller you stand, the harder you fall
Revenge, revenge
A dish best
really done served niggas dummies
I really done served niggas rabbit's
I came a long way from a lot
I had to step on these niggas toes
Just to get where
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