Lyrics:
want to fuck with me (To all my dogs)
I said, "No, bitch, I’m not the one"
You can't win your game on me
So I spend my dope on some money hoe (yeah)
When
near, the end is coming
The world is engulfed by violence
Infinite oceans devour the land
Only the purified will remain
Thats the day of rapture
1:12
1:26
the garbage, fuck bein' an emcee
Thank the Lord for Nate Dogg and thank God for Warren G
Funny how time flies when you're high as me
I think I'm in the Ruff
Ah, shit, I'm gonna get that
Then I'm gonna do this
Then I'm startin' up a business
Now let me tell it to ya in plain English
This another thing
I Think by 112
He said that you were crazy
He said that you were losin your mind
And that you don't know how to treat a man
But baby you do me
Wasn't Me
She caught me turning Slow Jamz on
It Wasn't Me
You gotta believe
I'm in Falsetto like The Dream
112% true that she Cupcakes like Peaches
by an inner will to succeed my destiny
Dock Winters: [00:00:49] I'm never less than a hunnid. Save that fronting and stunting for the wannabes.
Dock
people's on the mobile, gang all over, nationwide
distribution
Now I'm posted up in Houston
Texas, ridin the Lexus but it's supremo
Niggas set trip,
Kalimbas simba
Keep your nimbler than a squirrel in winter
You're just the type of person I'd murder, cook up, and serve for dinner
I'm the alpha
plays Imma go it still no watch no chain but I’m still shining anyways y’all niggas got chains tangled up but still wack anyways I feel like I’m the one
at ya man tomorrow
Aight, I'll get up with you tomorrow
You get up with me tomorrow?
Aight I'm going up in here
Coming out of 112 one late night
Seen
and uh, you know, it was hard. I was, you know, I'm 112 years old. So I was living with her and I said I gotta you know, I gotta I gotta fess up. I gotta
ticking hands the days go by and still I'm waiting here forever lost in time in floating space and where’s the purpose counting feathers it’s a fallacy
treasure
Send me m emojis that's my favorite letter
112 no singing the scale on me
Do my dirt on own won't tell me on me
I stack it up like hay them bails
and twerk for me
I pull up looking like a star
Hop out like I'm role modeling
Bling on my neck and wrist
Showing out
I stunt like a model
Catch me showing
Snag the fruit it's a Dragonfruit
Sun scorchin' down like the magma too
Juice drip down ya lip I need a napkin too
Close that plane between us I'm
the homies
I brought the load all by my lonely
Smoking cause it make my soul feeling unlonely
When I was in the dark I wish I had a gps but life don't come
heb je nodig.
dit is een noodgeval
help me uit de brand
dit is een noodgeval
ik heb het niet meer in de hand
112
911
112
help me dan
Mevrouw,
Snag the fruit it's a Dragonfruit
Sun scorchin' down like the magma too
Juice drip down ya lip I need a napkin too
Close that plane between us I'm
villains with no capes
Came to take over planet earth
Pussy bitches we can't tolerate
Time to decide who we're offing first
In this game I'm like Caesar
This
Coast Uptown it's love it's like
So high need TSA
I'm 112 till I see that grave I'm no bullshit
Them models always run my way
That's di-or when you
af rebusser
Sten fra mit hjerte, i en hel by af glashuse
Kan du riste to, så vi kvit mama
Louboutin sko i et rum fuld af klipklapper
Tale er billigt,
at the Temple had views by the coast
We work too hard so we doing the most
I’m lit in real life not just Instagram post
It’s what you know but it’s more who you
Situations change
But I swear it's still synonymous
Got the beat from Mass
Signed sincerely by Anonymass
Aye
Real G's move in silence
All that shit
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