Lyrics:
legends, the kings with the, crown
They try to slam the door but we kick it, down
Likwit town, L.A. California where Tha Liks get, down
L.A. California where
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
Yeah
Cartiers (swoosh)
All buffs (swoosh)
Yeah, Cartier
Yeah, purple tint
Yeah, three percent (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, two FNs (yeah)
Yeah,
rifle
And popped every last one of them sons of bitches
Motivated like a mother by the riches, but no glitches
Got to the door, which is the right button
bitch will fall
You can feel it in the back like
I like tree
We bust in doors and light up three
We living tall
Got like me
I'm chill like a big menthol
at the door
Three for the Hebrew children
Two for Paul and Silas
One for the little bitty baby
Born, born, born in Bethlehem
Children go where I send you
showed
Now I'm alone til I hear a knock at the door
I look and its you
You take off your clothes you know how it goes
When sun goes down
You'll be gone but
Good to go
Only Straight fire
Smoke three more
Out the door
We Get higher
Feeling vibes from my pocket
Evidence of something popping
Snatch my keys up
Three backends by the morning and I just walked out the bank
Told em I quit I cant
Promise I'm never gone change
Big dawg inside of my gang
Shaquille
Take his chains, shorty, leave your mans for me (can I trust you?)
Grab this cam, shorty, OnlyFans for me, uh
By a show of hands, who want a fatal?
the hours go by
Fall and then arise again
I hear the darkness breathe
Sunk into the horizon
Fall down
Let those tears come down
Let them fade away
Bless you, Fellaair
Little bit of this, yeah
1/2/3 down at 34
Imma hit 9th with a half for
Me and one fiend plus eight more
Ain't nobody pay shit cuz
Aye, I spot you like a dalmatian
It's that food truck by the gas station
I don't trick, think of it like a donation
You looking good, but I know you
det va' nåt?
Det tror do va?
Take a chance on me
(instrumental)
Nu gå den långsammare än förut.
Nej. 1-2-3-4.
Det
to deliver one very specific message:
Lock your back door, you idiot
However invincible you imagine yourself to be
You are wrong
Thirty-three years go by
Jody Breeze, (Breeze) Boyz n da hood everybody know me.
[Verse 2:]
Yeah I'm Gorilla Zoe, mr missed to stack the door
right der by the corner store,
Written By: Erik cndrew Venier
I checked my phone on a silent night just past 3 cM
Saw that my ride was arriving, I'm ready to begin
They picked me
About this time
You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
It's Priest mothafucka
You
all
And you're dancing around and around in the hall.
Well, a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights
To play the piano, so you gotta
pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three emcees
That shock the house for the young ladies
And when you come inside,
Boys trying to get the digits
But we sneak by
Cus were heading to the club
Nothing gonna stop us now
Lets go
Are you ready? x3
Lets go
Are you ready?x3
as before
I don't want your product
Lost me in the waves being Made
By your lies left me there with No life vest
Drowning in the water
Weighed down with
said that don't confront me
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent
And out the door I went
So I go down
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