Lyrics:
because I went and made a record
It's that petty thought that got him all smoked out
By a brother named Tone who was loc'ed out
I nutted up and I'm known
bitches!
I love my freak bitches!
Skip the small talk, get right to business
Only one drink then we left the club early
I met her at 12:00, butt naked by
shotgun
Gave that bitch molly and a 12 gauge bet that hoe pop one
Ooh I got the ratchets on me
Fuck the couch I'm on the floor with these ratchets homie
One two, one two y'all
One two, check it out
Got my man CL
Can't forget my man, Cee-Lo
Can't forget money earnin', Mount Vernon
Can't forget New
eyes opened wide when you saw my watch
Claimed you got a 9-5, playing all the spots
Showing cleavage, get your freak on
Sneaking out with the V-12
and a little wolfsbane
Well we were at the door
And when it opened inside there were freaks galore
Their eyes glowed as if lit by an eerie light
I said "I don't
your freak, to freak me, the freak
Played out along the week and fell steep in the creek
So I'ma put my crown upon the peak
And do it just for
Little freak of horror knows when the enemy's near
She's always right
No, nothing gets by this one
It's probably because she's so wide eyed
And I
(ShrapKnel)
Ayo, stiff swig of Blanton's to celebrate the New Wave
Hope our host ain't got himself a 12-gauge
Not Akata Lu Deng, playing devil's advocate,
Stone cold, always ready for some homemade action
With a sawed-off shotty, 12 gauges of passion
You get fucked by these bullets, pillow talk in a casket
Leavin the cut in a rage
Loadin up my mac, goin to my crib, to get my 12 gauge
One of my boys just got shot, huh
Fuckin around, in that million
to my place now
We could start at 12
But we finishing by 8 now
She turn a freak in the night
She got that look in her eyes
Sippin' champagne feelin' nice
provide that world you’ve been living in
I couldn’t gauge every problem within
Hoping it wouldn’t hurt me again
(Guitar solo by Ëkoli))
Caught by many, broke two fuckin' arms, son, engage for bail
Beat the case, got my big gauge, back as well
With rap, you can sing such amazing tales,
rock
Pulled gwaup out my sock
Yea of course bring the torch for fire
When u leave the porch its time
To fuckin grind.
Gauge:
Got em all surprised cuz
Them niggaz jumped out 12-gauge ( ? )
Give me the keys to your shit, or get shot in the rump
My girl got out first, they said (Ooh, look at that)
Not
a country mile
But stop on by and stay a while
We live out on acres of cornfield
& Mount KC lights on our windshield
Work with our hands and got farmer's
the time I tried to conform
Control freak no more
Celebrate even I if don't want to go on
Step by step
Resting you out of rest
Lifting up from this mess
words
Kumbaya
Singing hymns while I cruise by y'all
Family not in Timbuktah
We out in Maryland
Poised and purposeful people produce a heart that's full
I
family
Smoking water before the tragedy
Jeffrey Dahmer with no sanity
Lunatic popping black mollies
Before I blast 12 gauge shotties
I jam hotties after
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
back shots got her walking different now
I need freak bitch thick with a thumper
So I can tailgate it like a bumper
Nigga fuck 12 I’m a still cuff her
see 12 like 6th grade You see 12 in a Shot gauge
Be soft singing like 12 play while u Burn sage
Been had rage 15 yrs been had range
A lot of shit
We been told that nigga to send the addy
Trappin out with Lil Glock i'm in Tallahassee
Under pressure niggas turning faggy
12 gauge when I slide why
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