Lyrics:
feuds, players embracin'
Slammin' dominos, bustin' raps, still paper chasin'
Competitors keep a distance, it's all love baby
Rub-a-dub-dub love,
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
'cause we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
serving the dope fiend for riding the protein
a little B12 and its fast but its crystal clean
bigger than ever thats clever, Im making mo' mil
????, trying
Ugh, I don't wanna do this no mo' (no mo')
But dis the only thang that I know
I keep a pistol in my back, and a gauge on the flo' (flo')
The laws
it run by some bitches
Don't use hands less they fondling women
It's fucked up hope the Lord can forgive
But don't forget when they was aiming
the reason why the block jumping
Let a nigga try to stop something, D-Block'll pop something
And I'm the reason why you ride or die
Keep a lot of me by your
ran off
Like it’s in the addams fam
I found a 12 gauge double
Barrel bet it go blam
I tried to blow my hand up
But my fingers too fast
Finally got it
pay the price
If money were
A better gauge of
Our behavior
It would work
We could charge you
For every treatment
And you'd get
What you deserve
As it
Dear Navigator
V: dear zofis all the seeds your sowing
They are never growing, unless the rain is pouring and it's overflowing
But you keep
like that?)
When I shoot you shoot (Just like that?)
G UNIT! you know where we at
The Desert Eagle stay stashed
In the Buick Regal a 12 gauge stashed in
Laroi
And you can keep them 360 deals that shit is null and void
Need enough to feed my brothers, make sure they all employed
But not so much that it
Yeah nigga yeah
It's Teo Empyre Muzik
Keep all the fake energy love to yourself
Im riding screaming fuck 12 (when) I'm by myself
Keep the same energy
you once my heart got a glimpse
You the jury, executioner, the judge, and defense
All this time you had me waiting couldn't gauge your intent
What you
Like it y'all
Like it y'all
Like it y'all
Scoob Lover, won't you hype it y'all?
Well, I'm the S-see double-O be -L-O-V-E-R uh
Ladies come to me,
this a bitch y'all figure
It only takes a trigger and 12.98 plus tax to potentially murder 50 niggas
So motherfuckers better duck like Daffy
Cause
Yeah, hahaha
"Cause when I flow the for the street"
Who else could it be"
"Nas"
Yo
Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers
Was years
to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus: x 2]
Run
to his pops
We caught him at his jail, beat him, ran that nigga out, it sucks
I get a nigga drop, I'm out the window with that fully
She keep tryna sound
meal
Sounds of tomorrow. Can't y'all just steal?
Or is it too hectic for y'all to deal?
Gotta keep moving 'till we hit the top
My boys Unkle gonna
numb in the face
12 gauge on the dash of my wraith
I be off the pills staying up late
Shit is getting real but i'll never turn fake
Pop a seal now i'm
it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting,
Rhymes
sound like a chicken so its time to get plucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 Wranglers
Now you all
bag then run it
Feelin like I'm gonna Rage
Broke out the cage
Jump off the stage
Ridin shotty
That's my shawty
Wit my shotty
12 gauge
Yeah she ride
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