Lyrics:
the hood that bitch got 1-25 on the dash
(She like a gangsta 'cause)
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
jails tight enough to lock me
Ain't no man big enough to stop me
I'll be there if you ever want me by your side
So love me if you're ever gonna love
You've been pushed 'round by your mother
And your sister and your brother
And if you was married you'd be pushed 'round by your wife
But in your
Murda-murda-murda
Ain't nut'in personal tru
See it's all about respect
Kill-kill-kill
Murda-murda-murda
Im never got slippin
Keep my heat on the dash
It's been a week already
Feeling weak already
Got me at peak, possibility of what could be
Situation is heavy, I've got to prove
On February 26th I
niggas is harmless
I'm calm as a don is supposed to (be), Cosa Nostra
Don't ever approach him (nah), don't get close to him (uh-uh)
Shootouts ain't
shotty all strapped in
Customize the dash on my shotgun strapped in
Cops on the shoulder gotta pull a Hova
Time to fade to black cause I ain't pullin'
It's so appealing, now, what we got
From floor to ceiling and dash to dot
'Cause number one
Can never be outdone
Our lips are proving, our head's
I know it's gonna last
Down by the sea
Is where all the ladies see me
They tried to flash
Be down, but I had to make a dash
He went from
my mind is changing
Rearranging this dangerous melody, uh
Yeah, and I know that ain't nobody finna ever be ahead of me
All that competition right there
again are house lose
And that's house choose it ain't gonna be that
'Cause I can't see that
Ready to get up in this nigga's ass real good so where
on the dash X2
Start your engine ready, set, go yeah
I'm buckled out so here we go
but be caution with the road
it about to be a wild ride
(chorus)
my heart
Brown paper bag (yo khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those
to hustle a nigga, asking me for a dub
Quarter, ki's, and halfs is what I sling, cause that's what I love
[Turk]
I know you bitches know that I ain't to be
Ba ba baa baa ba ba baa
You was a n**** finally make me kill one of y'all
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep that thing
Right up under my
I got a fresh line up, fresh outfit
'Bout to have the parking lot on smash
Plus I got a Chevy with a 4-54 in the hood that bitch got 1-25 in the dash
what I love
I know you bitches know that I ain't to be played with
Don't have no picks and chooses who get they head split
They die quick, fucking
don't want no gold in Switzеrland
You are my precious stone
I'll be setting on dead ready at
The sligthest nod from you
Want no kind of obligation
But one
on a thread
I don't care if I fall
But I ain't gonna fall even though
I don't know if you feel me at all (feel me at all)
I'm ready to be right or wrong
I won't miss you
Won't you? Won't you?
It be the last thing I'll teach you
I've been away for some time now
And I been ready ready to meet you
Yeah
Another shot of Quelo
She be comin' back for pesos
When you plugged in with Pedro, it's hard for hoes to let go
See AK's ain't no bitch, nigga I'll split
on a young pancake
We know how to make that money
Jewels n' drugs, play that hustle
Smother 'em, if you wanna be bad
Ain't nothin' if it ain't family
We
the push of a button I'll get you wet up in the street
Its never been even I'm one of the best breathin'
Ya red shirts might be ready by next season
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
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