Lyrics:
real niggas at his shows black diamonds ain't new I woer to albums ago only nigga not platnum shellin out 40 racks ah show ain't found a rap nigga dese
started to rain
Forty days
It started to rain
The neighbors came
And they bought what remained
Of the life we built
With lovin', with laughter
Well a hundred men went down
In that dark watery grave
When that good ship went down
Only forty-four were saved.
It was the last day of October
That
school and drop out in the 6
You could look at my wrist, It wasn't shit on it
But I was determined to get a little gliss on em
The 40 ounce bottles done
Elephants and kangaroosie, roosies, children of the Lord
It rained and poured for forty daysies, daysies
It rained and poured for forty daysies, daysies
the car, fresh like a dead body
I be in the trenches with them youngins waiting on they stimmy
Glock 4-0 extension, another homi', it's just me and Timmy
Yeah, how does he does it? (Rah, yeah)
Stuck in the mix, mix pills, yeah, 'cause I love it (phew, yeah)
Forty-five seconds, you in and you out for
See ice couldn't hold me back
I fall through forty feet in one minute flat
Meet a solar controller, 'cause that what I was meant to be
'Cause I was
revenue
Big forty-five, I don't care if you 7'2" (bang, bang, bang, bang)
Big forty-five, I don't care if it's seven of you
Niggas tryna be me, doin'
thirty-nine, twenty-one, forty shape
Yes, you got me going ape-ity-ape over you
You could make a blind man see
You could make a crippled man walk
You could
I took a hit at 40 thats a wrap
but I'm turn around and bring it back
I can't take my foot up off the gas
Workin everyday like its my last
Don't
a BluRay and tell my story
My dawg, he part of me, my chargie, we got matchin' jewelry
Presidential, Oysters, Rose Golds, Dwellers and Day-Date 40
bands up
Two Victoria's Secret models, they 'bout to pull my pants up
I just spent a cool forty piece, Galleria
I'm in Massachussetts, Moncler jacket
gyal, Fuck out yuh ole
Gyal yuh pumpum tight till it a squeeze yuh up
Yuh nuh wah nuh double D 40 fi free yuh up
Yuh nuh wah nuh man lock an key yuh
get us wrong we only made this song,
to make you feel hard when you hit the bong.
When the 40`s up and then the 40`s gone,
to Lick shots kill cops,
Scene kids / Ghetto jeans / Gangstas / 40's and the bling bling sidekicks rollin with the cleanest feel
Shorties / Homies / Hollywood, / Moscow, /
a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine
a rhyme that's right on slime, it's N.O.R.E.
(It's N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.) I'm just chillin' wit my shorty (shorty)
Drinkin' on a forty (forty), private stock
Don't forget your fourty
And we gonna do it like this
I got, fat bags of skunk
I got, White Owl blunts
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes I'm about to go
Come to Wichita
Won't be there in forty days
This an evil land
Brings a devil's cloud
Take a message
To abide in what you own
And there'll be
Caskey
Do what I gotta do to get more
Do what I gotta do to get paid
When I pop them Chevrolet doors
Only thing they do is throw shade
When I up this 40
a BluRay and tell my story
My dawg, he part of me, my chargie, we got matchin' jewelry
Presidentials, Oysters, Rose Golds Dwellers and Day-Date 40
hero.
Wanna score a touchdown so i can score after the game.
Don't care about my future 'cause it is just another day.
I'll rush for forty yards
a show, then get a check
Too many bitches with hands in my pants
I keep a 40 i gave to my mans
Wallet for wallet, got too many friends, yeah
Never take
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