Lyrics:
games and dreams I will sell ya
By the way, your homeboy be lookin' so good, damn, he look so good to me (Whatchu Gon' do about that)
What you been
you said you love him
You ain't sly (Pussy)
Boy you in disguise rats I despise
If you tell 'em what you saw we
Gon' shoot you in your eyes
Gave my bro
me)
Yeah, your grandmama probably know me (know me)
Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely
It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "wow"
The hate is in our DNA and we been likely to clot so fuck you, hype beast
On God, I'ma tell the truth or die tryin'
Young city boy, I was raised by lions
You lil boys runnin want to do somethin c'mon
I gotta somethin fo' lil bitch ass your potnas and your grandma
'cause i'm on a killa playa hata type
the reverend
I'll probably lose my hearing by the time I'm twenty-seven
It's a shame
But I need that bang
To vibrate my frame
ABS my game
Have to do
Duwang gang will bring em to the gate
Far from a regular student
5'2 But your boy be a unit
Go after my family I dare you to try
And if you wanna know
And I've been knowing since you've talked your boy to me
Cause your tone been different
And your words insisted something more
Obvious that you couldn't
to die for yours
Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em
Cut 'em down.. to Hell is where we send 'em
My whole team, trained to explode ride or die
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Niggas wonder why (tell 'em)
You could bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin' 'til the day I die
(Thug
fear I make em rethink they careers
I can shame these boys with painting
I'm a threat they know I'm here
I know they listen with their ears and probably
earthquakin
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin
Your money fake son, I'll call you clay 'cause you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin
songs out
Your opinion doesn't matter (It doesn't)
I can tell you love the image
But in fact you ain't no rapper (Poser)
Where's your motherfuckin' work
nigga, let's bet
Pussy ass nigga know we filled his dawg
Tell 'em
Free John Wall, take his ass to the vet
Nigga (Vet, nigga)
I'm on the way to his house
on the spot
Got the kids goin' wild like I'm sellin' ice cream
Like I'm, like I'm sellin' ice cream (cream)
I don't really know how I can tell 'em nicely
what's your occupation? (Tell 'em)
Check my DNA, the A and K'll wet ya, boy
Woo! I think I'm kin to Nature Boy
A lot of flavor, boy, I'm all about my
Gotta keep em nameless
Motivation 's in the faces of those who didn't make it
Get your gains son
Where the gains at?
I don't know if I should panic or if
tell em my level so they hear the motto
Cause this summer it's drill or be drilled
It's every man for themselves
Wag1
Where's their waps
It's like this
a cup
And if you don't want it, then burn the hell up
I'm tellin you now boy, you ain't jack
Talkin much junk like Mr. T at your back
but he's
I couldn't help but notice your pain
My pain? It runs deep – share it with me!
They'll never take me alive
I'm gettin' high with my 4-5
Cocked
in the sky like 30' inch tires
I know they can tell by the way that we slide we onna' rise
You haters look goofy while we makin' movies boy we onna'
gon' stop playing games (yeah)
Playing games (yeah)
I blow your mind, honey (damn)
Say it one time, honey (goddamn)
Sick of 'em lies
Tell 'em
the people need
Tell 'em talk that shit, to me it means nothin'
I'm only speakin' for real country
Only speakin' for real country
Don't put your two
I add that boy up to my hit list
Give my shoot a couple hundred Tell em get em gone by Christmas
BakkHouseVillains on a come up And I go by NDaMenace
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