Lyrics:
All I know is that I gotta keep it real wit ya
Lost it all before but now I’m tryna build wit ya
We been acting hella distant what’s the deal wit
or Frosty
We leave your mama cryin'
(Graow, bow, bow, bow)
'Cause Burger gon' murder
Lurk you in drama time
Bitch, you touch my kicks, I'm in your shit
I'm the head nigga, the end of vicinity
Blast on my enemies, shit on the industry
Try me, I get you knocked off, like the Kennedy
Gorilla like Willie
lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my chopper still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to quit
1996 kilos
Head Shots
By: Luvinnia Flowers
Bang
Bang
Chyeah
head shots
Bang
Of coarse he did
You know what real do kings and Queens do
what we do
We
like Wayne by the way dat um goin in
Pushin chips all in
They teach the game but won't pass you the ball huh
They say they risking it all
I teach
like u know me
Don't come to me talking shit if you own me
I do this shit by my dolly
Ya fuck niggas keep on thinking tht y'all Made
I used to ball
always tryna get in on the bowflex
Getting to my head all the stress need a Dolex
Fuck a Plain Jane she busty like Rolex
Fuck did they say all the shit
Bruce Wayne
You buzz lightyear
And she don't fuck with lil toys Hoping to be real boys
She want man that she can
Build with
Not build ground up
A nigga
so I can feel the real niggaz pain
(I've been ya) Quick, I think there's gonna be conflict
If I figure ya freakin the flip (Ya punk bitch!)
Leavin
this on yourself this is the end of the road
Ain't shit you can say you just gotta take it
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ya kinda had that coming
a clown dont think this shit funny
Str8 from the c an you know how I'm gunnin
Bitches be gay but act str8 out in public
Get a bitch wet
Now that lil
Bryce Did It Again Aye
Niggas would love to be in the position I'm in you know?
Niggas ain't got shit going
(Uh, Yeah)
To keep it real don't give
cussin' and bustin' the shit
You keep beggin' and I'ma give it to ya you bitch
In your face, your back, your chest, neck and lungs
You want war, you will
Brown
Go to sleep to the gun sounds
Wake up to police sirens
Cease Fire still protesting
Trying to stop the violence
Bow ya heads
Let's have a moment
bra I know you waitin' on that day to jump,
But keep ya head up boy because its soon to come,
Cause you know the streets miss you they ask about you
of flattery
That's what I was told
A lot of niggas is imitatin' this real gangsta shit
You ain't cut from it
You dig?
Yeah, scarin' all the white folk
never seen a man cry till you seen a man die
that real faith shit that make you go spray shit
they holla romeo and bow wow but what about lil boosie
i
hat Issa bucket
Ima real swell guy, yes women they love it
Y'all other dudes squares like ya nicknames punnet
Oh shit!
Ya boys back hotter than
thru)
That work better
That attached shit
Feelings make ya go ape (ape)
Type of junk make ya hate (hate) a bitch
Shit you do for the crazy bitch (aye)
niggas, "R.I.P. Lil Wayne"
Tell them niggas that it ain't no thong
Totin' the mini Drac' with the green
Niggas be dyin' for the fame
That sucker shit be
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I'm
on by ya
Why ya, want ta, turn off the fire
You can't get higher, when you turn me off and
Aiyyo, pussy stop coughin'
You're wastin' the lingo, soon
on by ya
Why ya, want ta, turn off the fire
You can't get higher, when you turn me off and
Aiyyo, pussy stop coughin'
You're wastin' the lingo, soon
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