Lyrics:
come home from work!
Ooh! Sittin' down by the fire, oh!
The radio does play
The classical music there, Jim
"The March of the Wooden Soldiers"
All you
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
Yeah, trappin' like the Carter yeah
Double MG, we gon' crush y'all
If it's fuck me, then it's fuck y'all
Niggas, they don't want war
Spent a hundred
a smile on me
Played with Guns n' Roses by the time that I was 23
Yes, there ain't no rock n' roller alive that was rock n' rollin' enough for me
Yeah,
Hah
Guwop
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E)
21
21
Gato
Hah (It's Gucci), hah (it's Gucci, hah)
Real Zone 6, nigga, straight up
I look just like it
a-hurtin', from all of her flirtin'
That was her nature and that was the way that she lived;
She flirted one night, it started a gun-fight
And after the smoke
against the wind, living by the night
We're all thick as thieves sometimes, and I know it ain't right
It's in the cards, written in the stars
What's that on yr mind?
Like having a rose by yr side
It's stabbing yr mind
Like having a gun in yr life
All fears silenced
Like the demon in yr
by his lonely
And Paulie getting money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they ready to fall for him
'Cause word on the street
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
a revolver
My sex is a killer
Do you wanna die happy?
Do you wanna die happy?
I let it bang, bang
You've been hit by a smooth criminal
A bad girl
I
I woulda changed it all back, to the past you see
I never woulda let you put your fingers on me
I woulda let you be, keep my hands off the gun
I
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
little problem that we got to solve
It like it ain't about the money, we got to handle the job
No colors or rags, just guns and masks
We not scared
the summer up
It's just me and 2 Chainz
But the chain's never tucked though
If you don't like what I'm doing, n**** f*** y'all
Thank God for the first n
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
rose and have a tweakin speakin
Puerto Rican the powerful machine gun stun
Ba-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum, ambulence, lights bright
Paramedics fetish
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
how we live it
Buy the clothes, we by the code, leave them bodies cold
No discrimination, body hoes, everybody knows
We play that big body rose, black
movin' along (It's the L-the O-the N-the S)
Three in this to grass it up like me
Besides TNT, see an N and BG
My visionary which is skipping on my
ducking low when you see my brothers
But it's all good I move from ex ta next
I got the baddest little chick ta sign off for the checks
Fat bubble, her
I'm all in with these new flows
New flows, got new flows, rap is stress but it pays great
Pimp flows 'n Screw flows, my shit be sounding like grey
song by Guns N' Roses
I dunno
But I give in
Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin
Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin
Look down and see dry blood all on my garment
It
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