Lyrics:
hat|pitching in and getting it done||she's country, certified|as long as theres a western sky|let there be cowgirls|they make em' tough, they make em' proud|you
a game in my vein
Verse 1: Mac
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be another
on Balboa
You Apollo king
I may look like a rapper but I'm a known clapper
Cleaning out your stash
Slanging hot brass
In a class, all by myself
You slept, I
on the down-low
Bustin like a full pound hoe
Nba live certified niggah kickin it live
Like 2 bullets that race through the sky
Show me a hole I'ma run right through
three stripes
Πάντα σκάμε έτοιμοι και πάντα so nice, yeah
Hennessy, all night
Ραπερς με αποφεύγουνε σαν να’μαι drive-by
Oh mammy, το κουνάει σα
Sally
By the seashores, I sold shells to the catties (who did it?)
Me and akh done it twice, we're pending on a triple (verb)
Xrp, we're tryna let
feelings gettin' ugly
I couldn't abide by the rules in place
I couldn't lie to myself again
I couldn't lie again i cannot lie, yeah
Keep the truth in my talk
Lord, let me know mine end and the number of my days,
that I may be certified how long I have to live.
Thou hast made my days as it were a span long
like
You struck by Cupid my hair is in your face
Nigga three pounds to it
If the radio don't play my jam
They fuckin' foolish what's his name?
(Hodgy
types of horror
Never caught up in that bullshit
Divide and conquer
Riding for my homies means I’ll
Probably die a monster
I’m a certified mobster, La
the Alpine play
Bumping new shit by Majik Ninja every day
Ayy johnny Blaze I got the hottest hit's
Y’all be hating like a lotta bit
Go ahead and quote me boy
It's Hokatiwi
Glock by me 24 7, I don't do no boxing
Every pair of buffies straight from Hutch
We ain't shopping
You ain't thinking with that
that....... block boy!
Yuk! Im a certified trap star dope game booming ***k being a rap star
[Chorus (Yukmouth)]
Catch me in the kitchen water whipping just
me, you know I switch houses (I'm gone)
Put a four-way in the pot and got six ounces (yeah)
Drunk a ten by myself out a pint, I got six ounces (yeah)
steamin'
When I snap I see red like I'm possessed by a demon
Always been a nigga that can dress clean
Robbin' everyday, I would finesse weed
Never knew
나 지금 입은 옷 (옷) 어디 있을 진 몰라 huh
팬데믹 but we vacay (vacay)
과일 향이 뱄지 흰색의 베개엔
Got a headache 왠지 모르겠네
Well 나도 증명해야겠지 that my a.k.a는 거짓말
I'm certified by
Akbar,
Act like you day here when we first start,
Know that’s a lie, I don’t know you like that (like that)
[Verse 2: Tena Tenpo]
Me I be certified
to go the distance
No matter what, I'm makin' sure I spit like Souls of Mischief
93 'til Infinity, that is really me
Even tho I'm a certified OG like
where I been so long
I was on that loving tip
But I got played out by my man Dawan
Now I really don't need a man
I'm a lot better off girl, on my own
Niggers wasn't ready to rise
Me, I'm still up by god
Though respectin' the pride
Rappin' in wise, top five, dead or alive
I'm a certified gangster
Word
how I do
Get sex by the minute who know how I move
Don't think man are nerds
I ain't no fucking chicken, but I got my dick in your bird
Hotties
gonna shut your mouth
Drones flyin' checkin' y'all out
Drones in the hood like, wow
Comin' from the airport hangar
Hang ya heads certified bangers
enough of the dough
I don't see the benefit of us comin' to blows
Give it a second, honey, I bet I'll be stubbin' my toe
What we got doesn't come by
you can find her there
Lying by the lake and she don't care
Wearin' nothin' but her long dark hair
She's country
She's country certified
Country 'till
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