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I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right
And it's hello babe, with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my baby, don't you know our
time
I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right
And it's hello babe, with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my baby, don't you know our
trips and get away from this shit
I can't take this shit no more
This shit right here be fuckin' niggas like me up, you know what I'm sayin'?
I been
a man, girl
But baby when you get home
But baby when you get home
Tell him that it’s his fault
Drug him till his mouth foams
Slit his throat and tell him
I'm more than a man and I'm more than a crew
And you're still gonna suck when I blow like achoo
You know, I was really digging him
I- I'm with the whole
was young I used to get my gun
Fuck with the G.T.A and bust at they ass for fun
Put the piggy in a blanket and when the G.T.A stall
I'm fucked till I
of Guwop Gary
You know me, by my sophisticated rhyme library
Brother died at age 22, and my mum's can't walk
And so I wear my confidence, with a chain
up with my ex,
she tried to flex like funk master
I got my gun in my lap I can't get to my trunk faster
Smoke this weed first and then we get drunk
for THE cP FcCTOR
INTRO: (CK)
I'm finna spark this blunt with these chrome heart matches
Cause I can't find a chrome heart lighter hold up
It's a Money Circle foot Niga better run it up
FN make em double Dutch
I'm in dis bitch with a Hunnit up
Guns in the air bitch we don't cover up
Cant
bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who fuck it
He just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our niggas sitting
the gun
What's new none much
That's a norm round here
There's a storm in here
Were not counting years
Were counting tears
You get used to the screams behind
of Los Angeles
Everybody got guns so where you at with em
Everybody love the shooter till we robbing em
You should show me more respect the way on put you
it's mine, it's mine
Can you believe it, I said the world is yours, believe it
To my man Ill Will, God bless your life
To my peoples throughout
the backwoods
I can't fuck with you, you complicated
I don't really wanna know you right now
I can't fuck with you, you complicated
I don't really wanna know you
shit
If you with it then you with it
You can ask the gang if I said it then I did it
Staying solid call it fitness
You can't ride you a witness
Ain't
Hoodrats
But they don't want the fam
See a south side Jamaica queen fellas get down man
Listen so what your crew is x-rated
Peoples if you violate you
stick up the store
We don't sell by the G come and cop you a bow
He ain't using his brain it get put on the floor
No I can't go bro told me don't leave
My nigga, do you have a gas can?
(The fuck I'm gonna do with a gas can, nah
Nigga what?)
It's just been a long ass day, man
All I need is a gas can
keep going
But you can't be negative with your significant other
Maple brown sugar
Fresh linen press
Dressed to impress
Get her' to undress
Wait
We was
ship, you ain't family by loyalty, then I don't' owe you shit
Put some bread on ya head, now ya man dead Now they wan jump on the bandwagon
When they
bitch (that's a whole lotta shooters)
We might hit ya medulla
You can't get busy wit' me, Jiggy wit' me
Demon wit' me, Hundo' wit' me, uh (nah)
high with the guys
Me and your lil hoe been making cream pies
That nigga ain't up man he just getting by
She shaking that motherfucking ass, abow
Young
get stopped by my security.
No matter what you try.
I know my back is got.
So I let karma handle...
cll the stupid little thots, like you!
Hoes try
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