Lyrics:
what you roll: NATURAL 20s
Raise your hand if you got mad skills
Keep it up high if you got mad kills
Make a fist if your party's always ready
Shout it
a sling, push me on stage
Style still linger in the air like Glade
Girls my early 20's I used to run trains
Chill I got next, go behind Dirt
Sometimes I
(You got it)
(You) (you) (you) (you got it)
(You got it)
(You got it)
(You) (you) (you got it)
(You got it)
Get up everybody and listen to this
your lovin' on my mind
I got your lovin' on my mind
You got me wrapped up, packed up
Ribbon with a bow on it
I got your lovin' on my mind
I got
jackin' I'm still queenin'
And I'm still prayin'
You would too if you knew how these jealous bitches move
First .22 by twenty-two
They don't know
I got P-A-ID, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out nicks went
For 20s down South
Packed up my tools
got this dirty hemp distributin' my womp
But if it was up to her, fool we'd be fuckin' like beavers
But I'm an over achiever around these heaters
I
it's CMR for life
Still ridin' on dubs, sippin' brown and white
Jump stupid if you want bitch we gon' clown tonight
We got twenty-five choppers in
to spare
Black jack safety pair
20 rounds one to the head
Whole clip strike the beard
Breaking news fuck the feds, buckle up
Simon says do the job nothing
keep 'em up
I go chemo, givе you cancer
Stupid dizzy, you a dancer
Dummy got got by the woos
Would have got away
If he pulled his pants up
I hold that
rushing down that freeway
Messed around and got lost
They didn't care, they were just dyin' to get off
And it was life in the fast lane
Surely make
rushing down that freeway
Messed around and got lost
They didn't care, they were just dyin' to get off
And it was life in the fast lane
Surely make
it's CMR for life
Still ridin' on dubs, sippin' brown and white
Jump stupid if you want bitch we gon' clown tonight
We got twenty-five choppers in
your wrists too?
I say that stuff just clownin', dawg, come on, how messed up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
were up in New York on your honeymoon
Tonight I'm down, in Tennessee
I got that letter you wrote, it tore me up
But I don't have anyone to blame but
became famous
And that's what messed me up
But he's wrong
How could I possibly know what I want
When I was only twenty-one?
There's millions of people
down, built me up, drove me crazy
Made me hungry, made you hate me, but fuck love
It don't make dollars it don't make sense nigga
By the way that's DJ
years of running from God Had finally gotten the best of him
He said all hope was gone and he wanted to die 'Cause what could God do with such a messed up
Start it off messed up a lot, thought I could trap
Twenty two picked up a pen, started to rap
I went through hell, but I kept coming back
Now tell me
fuckin' Rasta
Hundred K to do you and my niggas move that fuckin' shotta
They be callin' me ZooWap from the bando, sellin' dimes and 20s
Hella pills
On our way to Twenty Seven
Got a place on the other side of London
Doing better, doing better
And I know you left a part of you
In New York under
eat
Darling don't quarrel with me, It hurts too easily
Don't be messed up by silly tendency
No no way
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
She mek a can
and 20's
By the 30, 40 ounce
cnd I pray up for a nigga
For G hits him in his mouth
cn they ask how much I smoke
By the day or that by the ounce
cnd I'm
the doorway
Got caught sneaking
Got caught creeping then I go away
Killin' shit like OJ
I can be lonely
10s to the 20s to the 40
Big 45 sneak by a nigga slowly
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