Lyrics:
that I'm worse, than some of these motherfuckers I put away
I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law
Looking through the eye of the pig, I
never had shit
They couldn't stand me bein happy, Hear the hatin they preach
In the end what makes me happy is the fake that they speak
Had em plans
is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross Chris, make you jump
I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the trunk
Leave that shit
lit I'm too fucking lit
Punch him in the lip real shit get a nigga bitch
Make him disappear what is real
Fuck bout how you feel
Trip please don't
ride but
I ain't driving if you' not in my bed
Eiii!
Forgive my pride i just want that bread
It's been a long time coming like pigs when sexing
momma in a bigger house Aye
I've did some things that them pigs will never figure out Aye
Super charger whining like a bitch who want to race
I ain't
find out where you're living
Better pack up all your shit
And get the fuck out of my city
Little pig little pig
I suggest you let me in
You're getting
max out
Going in for the kill cat mouse
If it ain't bout a mill I opp out
I don't talk to the pigs no doubt
I do this shit for the wolves
Fangsta I
idols write all this shit when it's toxic and child
Ish
But that's just it
We live life for that feel good shit
Majority wanna be happy and cool
So badly
butchering brains, mutilating souls goddess of fate
Mercy on me save me from drowning in to the black sea
Selfish bastards, greedy pigs
Living for becoming
my element
Swing a bat turn your shit into gelatin
My machete turn pigs into skeletons
What's popping?
Nigga get stomped in my new Doc Martens
All my
birthday, it's your birthday, it's your birthday
It's your birthday, it's your birthday, it's your birthday
(Happy happy birthday, happy happy birthday)
y’all shit
Tooke,Gizzle,Roc and Troub in rare form with the clip
I’ll slap ya Mother fucking click fuck around and Rick James yo bitch nigga
Racks 4 kid
Baby
Baby
Eat my, Kids (Woah)
Shove it (Woah)
In her, Ribs
These hoes, Nothing (Woah)
But a, Bitch
They like, Pigs (Woah)
Baby
Baby
Eat my, Kids
I love you, you love me, we a happy family
Met ‘n mes en ‘n gun en ‘n stukkie bubblegum
Hos pagamisa for everyone
clles wat mal is
Doen dit
Ruk
Green, you're tha shit
Yes, Dr. Greenthumb's got it all, I guarantee it
Try my book and you'll have the chronic in no time
Dial 1-800-713-GROW
That's
Green, you're tha shit
Yes, Dr. Greenthumb's got it all, I guarantee it
Try my book and you'll have the chronic in no time
Dial 1-800-713-GROW
That's
a shooter, they know
Yeah, I’m with the shit that they know
No, I ain't goin', I ain't a ho
I’m with his thot, I'm with his ho
Walked in with gang, GI joe
hard for me to become what I became
Tryna be the biggest in the rap game, but I never gon' treat this shit like it's a fucking game
No, I ain't playing.
Russ in the house
Rock that shit homey, rock that shit!
[Well, you know the rest]
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
With a joint, drinkin' some
Russ in the house
Rock that shit homey, rock that shit!
[Well, you know the rest]
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
With a joint, drinkin' some
money, that's it, yeah money, that's it
This is Little Russ in the house
Rock that shit homey, rock that shit!
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
With a joint,
shit for y'all fuck boys
Even tho I do it from the bedroom
I ain't been happy in months now
Put a smile on when I touch down
And it's hard to think I
Georgia to California
This shit can't go no longer
And when I catch ya, I'm a don ya
Still ballin Motherfucker west west
Westside! In this
Life I lead,
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