Lyrics:
we die
Got racks commin in and out
Too much work i lost route
Got haters yea take em out
Finish it right on me no foul
On me no foul, yea
Bring
gone for the day, I'm by myself
Buckets of throw up are next to my computer
Hoping that they show up 'cause what I'm about to do to 'em
Would make
Just follow after me
Gon' and do the 2 step then cowboy boogie
Grab your sweetheart and spin out with 'em
Do the hoedown and get into it (whoo,
to be servin'" "What you doin'?"
"Mob-mobbin like a motherfucker"
"Tis the season, to be servin'"
Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time
willin'
Uh, lord willin'
I tell 'em hold on
And yeah you know I gotta bring it back again
And I tell 'em hold on
I don't understand whats happening
And So I
constant, constant, constant, constant
We keep it constant
Constant, constant
Constant (yah don't stop)
Bring the tracks out, bring the brass out
I go
and snap out the holsters
And cover a snitch all wet
Why the fuck could not he write me S-E-T for the second sincerely
We bagging 'em up rolling niggas
a new sentence in this thesis
If you insist behind these bars
I rhyme so hard break 'em out in the yard
Bring 'em out bring 'em out
So better play your
trophies, but where do I sit 'em? (Woo)
I was born to rock a crown, h- yeah, I knocked it down
Holy water, n-, but out here, we turn to brown (Jesus)
'em?
I was born to rock a crown, yeah, yeah, I knocked it down
Holy water, n-, but out here, we turn to brown (Jesus)
Donnie, if you ain't loyal, you
leave you all in the dust (Yuh)
Takin' out triple A bats and replacin'em every coupla months (Ay ay ay)
TI 84 Plus, it's like a hundred bucks (Mm, mm,
get to the R
If I don't get you today then I'ma get you tomorrow
As soon as you come out your crib I'ma be right
(By your side)
Where I'm supposed
I got nothing to lose, I'm going all out
The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules
Uptight, when you stepping into the night, right
Pigs
Let the rhythm hit 'em
I'm the arsenal
I got artillery lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm
Then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet proof vest
Nothin'
Let the rhythm hit 'em
I'm the arsenal
I got artillery lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm
Then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet proof vest
Nothin'
team just need to back off!
Get off my block, gimmie the ball
I said it's my rock!
I'm startin' a line-up by gettin'
Y'all to bring the livestock
Throw
Handled that, told ol' G bring the camera
Then I thought about no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing
stages
Lay down your wages, I'm wild like Larry Davis
Extra Extra Pick up a clip
I'll tear ass out the frame (ha), and grab my dick (oh)
I'm a Rock'Em
need temptation, I can tell that you want the rage
Just bring me a fucking wall and I will start to break
Get 'em
Get 'em
Get 'em
And put a little
Venom
got it
Come and get with me
Girl, I turn your body inside out and bring ecstasy
If you want it, baby, come and bring your body to me
If you need it,
got sum 2 prove
But emotionally scarred by the face of you
And no sheep should advice me too
I'm a black sheep want 3 bags full
And live fat like Majin
me!)
I shut 'em down
(Get off me! You can't hold me!)
To the next plateau niggas bet my flow
Betta bet I role wit more control
Gotta bring
did em (hah)
That's how I did em (huh) that's how I did em (hah)
That's how I did em (heyyyyyyyy)
I was out flex, lookin cold sex in a lex'
Sippin
how I did em (huh) that's how I did em (hah)
That's how I did em (huh) that's how I did em (hah)
That's how I did em (hey)
I was out flex, lookin'
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