Lyrics:
and the heavy metal
Talkin' guns, no roses, it ain't Coachella
I'm a good fella, I'm a good fella
Johnny Depp with the blow, I'm a good fella
I'm in paradise,
Made her feel it in her stomach, abs, soul
Leaving her signing for T.D.E
N's been starring they know it's me
Can't tell me 'bout booking fees n
I had
****s soft, call me by myself, y'all had the tip, uh-huh
Punchin' on your homie in the corner, he a bitch, uh-huh
Ask me, did I diss they homie, n***a, yes, I
to prison these c***suckers racist
I aint got time for n****s thats on that fake sh**
Rats and them fleas talking thats a plea bargain
I should be in
thinkin shit is sweet then u a big fool
Knock a nigga off n make it big smooth (I'm gone)
It’s so many ways to these millions n I gotta clue
So ima keep
When I say itchy citchy
N****s get b****y b****y cause they heard of ah
Natural born murderer
I'm like Frankenstein is spankin' time
Layin' in
the streets the garbage lies
Protected by a million flies
With roaches so big they got bones
They moved in and made themselves at home
I say nice
they be sendin' is multi-million
I'm glad I was raised by bosses, these niggas lost in the sauce keep talkin' 'bout killing
All of the killers I know,
a dub n I’ll sleep it off
Sacrificed, gambled it all
I gotta get rich no more sleepin in cars
Give my cards n I’ll even the odds
Countin 6 decks till
And gotta move fast, why?
The po-po's comin'
Snatch up me yummy
So n**** don't think it's funny
I'm comin' up quick in the niine-quat
Cause flesh be
the gun on 'em
To bring drama to 'em like Dee Witt we runnin' em
One, drama 'n I get the gun out the couch, run out the house
With the loaded pistol
I remember I ain't have s***
Now I'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick
Gotta watch my back, these n****s hating on a young n****
Stand up
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl.
Nighttime would find me in Rose's Cantina,
Music would play and Felina
And I'll keep on livin' this life
Out of control
Gonna party like a rockstar
Live it up like Guns N' Roses
Gonna raise the roof
Feel the beat
Gonna be
It was back then in the hood that we would do drive by's for fun
Hitting licks in poverty and always on the run
There were times that I had thought
Smif-n-Wessun on the borderline
Smif-n-Wessun on the joint one time
Yeah
Smif-n-Wessun on the borderline
Smif-n-Wessun on the joint one time
I'm stuck in
I'm stuck in
Won't you say my name one more time
If it's only for one night
I'm stuck in
Baby I've been stuck in rose gold
Is it gonna
gun salute
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Done seen too many real niggas fall to let some bitch niggas beat me, fuck it
I'm Makaveli in
me some more.
She's my little rock star, man she knows it.
My baby's Guns N' Roses.
She's got a wild side.
That troubles in her blood.
Thinks I
Gun-shy
Martyr
Pitiful I rose, I roared I will I am
4: Judith
You're such an inspiration for the ways
That I'll never ever choose to be
Oh so
hair
I walked in through the back door entrance
Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense
Chased by a weed aroma, empty
with this shit, boy
I'm certified, certified with this shit
I've been livin' in the moment
Rockin' shows and record
My bags and my guns' always
Ok Rose-Gold get on
I'm theme song lit on
Gold teeth look pissed on
My shit worth millions
Ya'll n****s just ride to ride
I ride head on
So any
but a nigga still drip
I ain't in the club but a nigga still V.I.P
Still got a 40 cal on my hip
Cause I
Don't need
(Your help)
Catch me riding
By my
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