Lyrics:
Ha, peek-a-boo, bitch
Swag scare your kids
My airplane clothes flyer than your best this year
Gorillas in the mist pull back pump they fist
I'm
Demon voice:
(flesh flesh...) {laughs} come on boy with that force you can fake like you
Whores but if you ain't rollin' with the lord (bitch ass
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
risk
Still making it home
Only exists
When you dead Nd you gone
Popping dese perks
Til the feelin is numb
Life is a bitch
Imma die by the gun
This
a xan man
Keep the perky's by me, they my up's
When I'm down man
I remember last year shawty had me down bad
A sad man
Ion like yo' tone
Lower it when you
Everyday boy I felt that pain
Almost killed myself when I thought I was gay
At 15 cops put guns in my face
At 17 years I almost got raped
Bitch come tell me
bang Big B in my face, my nigga
By mornin', I'ma check 'em out this bitch
Bean bag, know that gon' make this bitch
Lock down 'til the whole line get
the lines
Comes by every forty years or so
Since more than two hundred years ago
They feast upon the sins and fears of men
Promise you just what you want
The ninety-four era I cause terror, whatever
Rainin' on you punks with the funk, so get your umbrellas
My guns cruise, tennis shoes, what's happenin'
I got
for a label switch
They psych it I put the roof up on top of this bitch
Guess what like tony ?
They forgot I used to ? around that clock
Lord
that bitch that killed ya
Took all your money peeled ya
Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's
While a nigga be puttin on his jimmy
All
AJ
Show these motherfuckers up
Took me about six years but I'm finally here
And I learned which why I revamped
I ain't just take a dip I went for
Gun to his face bitch, he gone
Ima dunk on that boy like my name was Zion
Or maybe Lebron, you ride with the jakes bitch
I don't even know what he's
round this bitch we stitching Shit up just like lids
Camera man was scared to shoot my vid we had gun in his lens
like the most man she a smoker she stay gassed up
Way before the COVID man that nigga he been masked up
No bitch I'm not Stunna but I rhymed the same
Ten hoes in the slide, twenty thighs bout to dive in
Fuck the whole vibe, put that pussy on a light switch
Big belly bitch, she committed, finna die
transferred from on
Party to the next" You got
A miserable bitch on a
Blog who writes something negative about
You, you read it, and now you're miserable
over to this bitch smiling on a banana boat
(And they fucked our bitches and raped them)
They never told us what the fuck we came over here for
bitch with red hair like Sara Bellum (Sara Bellum)
Smoke packs 24/7 ain't gotta sell em (Ain't gotta sell em)
Fucking with no rats, if they fake you can
stupid bitch, a Drug addict weed fanatic
I think you had serious Depression, getting your ass Beat by your ex husband
Mother fuck you, you're dead To me
the appeal took seven years
Lord Denning dismissed their case out of hand,
saying "These actions cannot go on"
What he really meant was the State machine could
write a name, put a check on it
She suck my dick get a check for it
Im tripping maybach, Maybach, Maybach
Maybach in this bitch
Back to back and the black
Spend some racks in the mall
Nasty with your bitch (fuck)
Thumb in her butt (ou)
Sippin red poison (wock)
Told julie to hold my glock (my gun)
Same
a bitch
Come in by self and leave out wit'cha chick
Beanie Sigel got my back if we run into a snitch
And Kels got his back if he ever need a hit
From
Discuss these gun by 7 year bitch Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In