Lyrics:
stage by a gay crowd (not Drake)
It was them Tyler, the Creator fans, he was on Flex show rappin' 'bout fuckin' a man (weirdo)
Casanova had that "So
understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli
Was not available for
this year
You got the white house
Protected by the government killers
We got the crack house
Protected by them neighborhood dealers
Angeleri
With lyrics by Ervin M. Drake
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
(It's that Mdotty, nigga)
(It's Jieken by the way, haha)
I hear him dissin', what you say? Niggas dyin' everyday
Don't make me-
(They got Wooski
a boy, who looked like a toy
Dawn was dead, the work was done
His death you will view for the rest of your life
The killer was pleased by the night
*|
such a stupid child
We should've cottoned on
Alan is a cowboy killer
Wipe up his mess
Pay your fluffers by the yard
How you're paying for your
[big ed]
Chorus
We some mob niggas
Bust your ass out your hilfigers
No limit mercenary killers
We some thug niggas
We some tru niggas
What you wanna
of the game by some light years
You can tell 'em that we out here
Living life without fear
Can nobody do it better
We ahead of the game by some light years
Yow
don't ever ask to hit my blunt
Cause it's a uh uh
I was in the cut with them killers
His name was uh uh
I sip codeine when i get i sad sometimes
Hoping by
(Yahweh on the beat so it's a banger)
I get lost up in my feelings
I got trust issues so I move around with killers
Bitch I am a vulture, don't
off, bitch
Gang! Gang!
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut
nights you seen my gun like you wanted me smoked
Counted money 'round them killers like you wanna be poor
I want it now like I ain't want it before
You
keep them Normal killers
They come and kill you
Yeah, them my niggas
Get poked for your figures
And then forget you
Yeah, them my niggas
Wherever
the killers homie
Money hungry, gettin' busy
And the stick up homies
So pick your poison
It be so phony
I got locked up, they couldn't send me a lawyer
me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end of the night
It's inevitable and incredible, listen,
Mike Dizzle you a fool fa dis one
Rest in peace to Pimp C you'a G to me
Corey Miller and that Chad Butler pullin' kick doors
(Live by the trigger,
the issue
Need me a real bitch
I can't be hanging with niggas
Shawty a rider
She down to kill with me
Lil' Bra ain't no killer
He pop a pill and get
taking it back
All you owe me, now you know I'm raking the stash
Making the steps, see I'm Drake in the flesh
Pulling concerts, doing numbers, Shady
für immer ist, ey
Doch heute Nacht bin ich mit dir, weil du Killer bist (Baby)
Ey Shawty, was geht?
Komm, wir machen Party bis um zehn
Hol' dich ab
tdir Close Up, f fommi bactéries, b ster mchaw lik tes tympans
Gha ybanouli b7al Lil Uzi w (?) men Drake
Ga3 ma kaymergo, f l'mercato ygoulou nta li
for the birds (Yeah)
I'm fucking, then kicking her straight to the curb (Yeah)
Can't go out like Shh
'Cause he died 'bout a hoe
We riding with Drakes
the stress.
She play one Drake song and it's back to playing my album next.
Hold on let me tell you niggas how I really feel.
5-0 probably wanna do me like
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