Lyrics:
always running it that’s all we
Ever heard
Paid attention to the streets like a Class nerd
When we use to yank the Flat head on the car and run
Fkn dumb
at the intersection
You get pissed and yank the wheel
We just kiss and let it steer
Fucked her so much that she fucked my life up
These is the things I should fear, But
Your dad can join in if he wants to, I don't mind
Anal pounding, nipple sounding
Tip cramming, hip slamming
I'm gonna yank my dick like I'm trying
that, you bless me with they looks and pops with the yanks
So now the dimes gimme brain, and spot me faster in his hand
Sheek baby, my style been rough
[Ill Bill]
I'm coming out from inside the walls like asbestos
A ghost disappearing and reappearing when least most expected
I yank kids on there own
crocodile?
Whenever I grab the mic, I never smile
I am MVR behind the mic
Come N join me and see how I strike
When I yank a body, I mean I am a body snatcher
Buffet hitting up a tuffet
Yankees try to yank me
Music keeps me happy
I'd rather do hard drugs than condone in listening to brand new age radio, see?
situatie
Ik barst zonder dat toch al van de kritiek
Op de Antillen laat de neger zich koeieneren door de Yank
Die er zijn gemakkelijk verdiende dollars komt
like a solider let me rank her
And she had them tracks in so you know I had to yank her
I pulled out her tracks
I was fucking that lil bitch I hit it
and
Plus he always carrying
I'm lit up like the circus but you
Play it ain't noe fair in him
Always at the ATM
I ball hard just yank the rim
They say
En zijn Hohenzollernkliek
Moeder is dansen
Europa door de Yank geplukt
Kalmpjes uit elkaar gerukt
Volk'renbond wordt doodgedrukt
Moeder is dansen
noodle somethin', nasty when the shooters yank
Gucci'd up and Gucci'd down, hella Gucci gang
This Nooki chain cost a dub, it's out of love for blood
All
wanna see the
Schemes that you've written (Nah)
You ain't married to the game
So I can't fuck with you like Jud'ism
Yeah, soundin' like a yank, hmm, kinda
Big Benny get my boy out the bank
You on my coattails I go yank
Get to his block and I’m spinnin I did it
Just rappin bout shit
I ain’t bein
hears a row
He said, "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now"
He turns around in wonder and what do you think he sees?
The Georgia Militia
You's like boy grab a girl and get a yank-in'
Got a booty like coupes I'm tryna make-it, woah
Slow down, grab the wall
Wiggle like you tryna make yo
got the cheese
And I got the bomb and MJG is in the tank
Posessin ya mind and then we blow up the bank
Yank yo hoe from the front row, and then jet out
gleee /)
Super charge ch yank up GT /
Loud touch pack came no seeds /
cny day bet I cross dat sea /
Slow gritting lease ain't non of this leased /
Watch
her back
She be like boy how yo u do it like that
I be like shawty just throw it right back
Yank on her hair and pull out her tracks
Choke that lil
I'm Tha Hottest
Shoutout Parkway genius
Josh I see you
This mother****** going yanks huh
On everything
N**** it's H-Onez till I die
and they all give me SSI
Nigga ate the booty and he end up getting pink eye
Ask your bitch where she wanna eat
She said "Five guys"
Yank the opps bitch hair
she ain't sucking dumb bitch get the fuck as I yank on her braids stuff her throat with grenade
Stitch em up damnit he leaking all over the leather
know a nigga name
Mr. Cheeks MC, did you get it yank it
Wish an' rest I got some guess up in my naughty sweats
Love the Benadet, elves we throw Sue
and back
You know we right by the store we shooting dice in the back
Larche Mont for life
Fucking with them yanks that's how we got our stripes
Nigga cuz
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