Lyrics:
the bricks
While I fly private jet out of town by a bitch
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Tryin to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds
This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Getting' double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin' Niggas
On the orders of Marcellus
is still the goldsmiths
Hold shit steady, we close-knit and deadly as a heart attack
Trust me, the pitbulls is petty
Already infamous, limitless,
crisp
I drink purple fruity bitch
These are diamonds
These are not cootys I'm leaning right now
This purple shit the truth and
I'm high right now i'm
what I'm a give em when they land in last place
Hand right by the... they ain't too many seeing us
So they wanna take my gifts
But I wrap em with
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
a snooze
She don't ever lie cause lil' mama the truth
I get so high I get high like the moon
Drip on my body everything brand new
Glock 19 in the Canada
And he's gotta pitbull dog
And it's sitting on my chin like a frog on a log
I throw a bone to try to distract
'cause I'm wanting my chinny-chin-chin back
a bomb because you sit up in you're room and every word you sing along
And it seems every word comein outta you're mouth is raw
And the truth is they don't
fly private jet out of town by a bitch
[Chorus]
[Juvenile]
Tryin to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds
Long as I breathe ain't
This year, we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Gettin’ double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin’ niggas
On the orders of Marcellus
And pitbulls in the crib (Hey, hey)
I'm shootin' dice with the Bloods and
Sellin' dope with the Crips (It's Dolph)
Boys in the hood
(Ayy) , we livin' good
and stared at the wall
And I'm swearin' to God I air all y'all
I live by the sword or the pistols
Summertime I'm outside with niggaz with pitbulls
I don't
the money turns the world
Your lovin' turns to less
I learn by mistakes
Most of it is yours and
I'm done living life as a criminal
I thought I'd die
Aw...yeaaaah...
Who is the man with the hats with the snaps,
Droppin' the raps with the truth, to the youth that's bustin' the caps?
Who could
niggas don't do kung fu
By the junk yard, niggas jumped you
Pull out the pump, can't punk you
Uh, pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
Pull out
do you not understand how
Then you got the nerve to be screaming at me loud
Take me for a bitch lil nigga imma pitbull
Chained up now you gon let me
ring my bell when I'm overwhelmed yeah
Do not disturb on my cellphone
She gone kiss and tell oh well oh yeah
Truth or dare, E high on the hats and snares
You know truth is um my mental ain't really been the same since
And like honestly
Well if I'm being brutally honest
I'll just try to hit the nail
the truth when I get up in the booth.
A conspiracy lyricist you don't even know me.
I am essential. You are just simple.
We are the pitbulls. You are
I'll crush you like mice
Ngiy' soldier from Daveyton, tshela mina 'funa uk' thini?
This is the life I'm living e kasi
It's me telling you the truth
my whole crew sick
I'm the truth in the booth
With my all blue kicks
But tell me why you mad dude
Like Big Old skit's mitts
Yea they call me that
Um kicking shit like a punt
I smoke P's by the month
Imma do what i want
Backwood full of runtz
Johnny knoxville how i stunt
Got your rent in these
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