Lyrics:
Kardash' imma filla
Came straight from the villa
Big 4 not 5
Fuck when the nigga was running
Them pistols was jumping
I promise ill go straight to hell if I
you can rev a Harley in the parking lot
Hood-rat shit with all my friends, and making ends by 3 o'clock
Caught by cops, and detained by 4
The rain
The traveller finds the key to life's mystery. Four. In the fourth dimensions. Gentle hold. Lies the story of existence forever told.
And so in this realm.
With
four and five
Put silencers on the 4-5's
Only bust if I say bust
We gon keep this eff boy alive
Man number six
You climb the gate and buzz me in, yo
It's Gucci!
Richie!
1017, Rich Forever
Burr
I don't even know how much my wrist cost
Ayy, ayy
(TheLabCook)
Plug walk (heh, plug walk, plug,
of Garuda whose Lord is Vishnu
In the north west is that of Bhairava and in the North Kubhera protect us always
Let my all edges be protected by Rudra who is
Yeah, sorta set him right on fire.
I looked on outta the window and I started countin' phone poles, goin' by at the rate of four to the seventh power.
and four by four
Babygirl open up your door
I wanna show you that the world is yours
Cus I love the way you bend it
Take my money and spend it
Every hour
twenty five
My first million by twenty five at the very least
so thatll be in seven years
So Ill be a multimillionaire in ten years
Confused by this world
You ain't nicer than the lunatic sheister
Aka the Vikster, or the Vikmeister
He wonders should he get a baldie
Or keep his edge up, V-shaped like
But I got the radio bumpin' Jagged Edge by the bed
When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy
Come on and dip off through the hideout with Twist'
But
Probably'll try it and probably like it
I can't know, what, he probably a psychic?
I know a crazy bitch by the look in her eyes
I know a cheating bitch gonna
never be lonely
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Unloading on a track race car with engine revving
Truth thats as sharp as a razor by mennen
Believe in Jesus you're my dog
the cupboard
A magician in the kitchen, shrimp covered in butter
Arroz frito with the beans dawg
Thats what a man needs dawg
I guess my father was a genius
making it
Taking forever, who knew it'll walkin' down the street
Get you up like on a Forbes magazine
Visiting some sort of museum, never a grocery store
the first
I coulda showed you how to put the drip on, but your pockets dry of thirst
I am the way he really wanna be, cause I stand by my policy
When
no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
OMG, what we are loving four by four maybe five by one baby
Oh forget that
It could be worst but I know you are as crazy as I am
I don't care about
., Kill your T.V.
Let the puppets entertain, flashing on your little screen
Kill your T.V., Kill your T.V., Kill your T.V. (all X4) (Crowd joins)
(Talking)
Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge
not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead.
Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by
word to V.Roy
I'm with the killers forever, the trenches is in me
The Grammys can't change me for nothin'
I like the bitches who let me just offer
give you three guesses
[Chorus]
[Verse 4 - Big V]
You feel the wind, don't ya?
You hear the tires squallin
Kentucky, Colorado, Boston down to New
What you think four fives and Porsches
More violence more guns and
More silence more hunger
More lines to snort on
Keep it coming I don't mind
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