Lyrics:
it ain’t shit
It shouldn’t be shit for us to come out here and appreciate the little bit of life we got left, dog
On the dead homies, Charlie P, you
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P
On the double there's
A break in the wall Probally trouble
Rocking the ruble, i stuble, keeP
It humble, until it crumbles
Moving ever so sutle till
My troubles
for your country."
"They're standing up, waiting to see if Maris is going to hit number 61"
"Godspeed, John Glenn."
"Happy birthday, Mr.
L.T., Uh, The nerve of this bitch
A bitch made purpose is to service a mac
In a skirt till her feet hurt workin trap
No breaks, ho break mine
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P
Bitch, yeah, ha
Compton most wanted
Haunted by the ghost of the dead
Climbing out the casket
With a bullet in the head
All blue, all red, smothers
and cannot take any more
A fight breaks out in the village near the castle
Gamelyn engage in a brawl
A game where the winner will receive a ram and ring
hate, let it break to the flame
Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupt and fucked in this shit
Stuck, niggas
lenier (come here).
I'm on my P's and my Q's stones green to the blue 23's when I cruise.
Feel my calf muscle on my brake pedal ain't another younging
fuckin' P!
I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free
You ain't a G, Don't fuck with me
Them sucka niggas out of style G season
Them sucka niggas out of style G
cars by the three's, Bitches call me papa Johns 'cause I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, livin' for the fun in Milan with some bad bitches
Johnny has a problem
Johnny is out of control
He had a TV party
With the kids in the black hole
Stealing people's mail
And lynching the landlord
jam to the bum rush single
Long ago has been become now when you find out there's no break
In the rhythm. Black anima makes my stamina stand alone
man
"So proud."
Mama's gone crazy 'cause her baby's shot down
By some teenage car chase war out of bounds
It was the wrong place wrong time wrong
Once a nigga get a bag and spend a bag
They tryna set me up like ima give up where my money at
Big Kee in the back strapped up with expended mags
My
so jam to the bum-rush single
Long ago has been become now when you find out there's no break
In the rhythm
Black anima makes my stamina stand alone
jam to the bumrush single
Long ago has been become now when you find out there's no break
In the rhythm. Black anima makes my stamina stand alone
bumper)
Con el Voltage (Yo le rompo el bumper)
From P.R. to Califa (If you hit it, gonna break my bumper)
Rompe el bumper (Yo le rompo el bumper)
That's
[How, through their beliefs the Cathars tried to achieve a state of Perfection]
Search!
We can't eat no flesh no fowl
Sleeping around is out
Women
me livin' in a cell, tryna put me in a box
But I'm bout to break out this shit is not right
My nigga tyler told me now we in the spotlight
The time
my shotty
His body is dotty
I love my new hobby
Scuff a nigga in the John
Spread out your linen
Lay in it
Last name Doe
First name John
Niggas is
People, it's time for the Ice crush
So listen to my words I bring much
Sense, as I commence, my lyrics intense
Your telephoto, break out your big
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