Lyrics:
crying
Said you gonna fuck us up come and try It
Three hundred and forty-three will leave you sweating like an armpit
It's kinda smelly can you change your
down ap carry racks on me tell my brothers how I be
Lil Max
Thinking how I change I was posted with paranes the other day
Tryna understand what brought
tracks
He grabbed her by the hair, she broke his jaw it cracked
More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five
Wildest niggas just smilin'
Kangaroo 'cause I got money in my pouch
And, I don't mean loose change when I say, money in the couch
I'm gettin paid on what I already said
Can't see
Kangaroo 'cause I got money in my pouch
And, I don't mean loose change when I say, money in the couch
I'm gettin paid on what I already said
Can't see
Wish I was a diesel locomotive
I'd come whistlin' down your track
Crashin' in your door
Wish I was a freight train baby
Wish I didn't have a heart
On the banks of the river by the railroad track
And we kept chickens in a pen in the back and everybody said we was po' folks
My daddy was a farmer but all he
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
Bless you, Fellaair
Little bit of this, yeah
1/2/3 down at 34
Imma hit 9th with a half for
Me and one fiend plus eight more
Ain't nobody pay shit cuz
somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its
more
When you walk in the trap you see pounds by the door
Run up in here you won't leave with your soul
Smoking on something that got me like woah
Niggas
Innuendos
Posted at the local
Pickin up loud packs
Mental goin postal
Ima pass that
Down 135
Seein these three guys
Lookin like ill be jumped
Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner
Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister
Niggaz know better, no one's letter is better than mine
herds ask Jussy, ask Serge
I'm the realest guy around
So bang your doors up and down
That's when Whitemoor, Swaleside, Belmarsh
Isis, Acat, Lifeus, skells
Tried to turn it down but had to change the dial
Still hurts like hell every time I hear it play
(Chorus)
I used to love that song
We turned it up
Prada, count up nigga
1,2,3,4,5
All my bloods, they survive
And I'm a Samurai for the calls
I might be bad like a boss
I might end up down with my click
(Pendo Made It)
Better change your mind cause we doing this shit violently
Better change your vibe cause we bout to wreck your privacy
Oh no watch
to
I stayed down cuz I had dues (Relate)
Real niggas gone have to
Stayed down with kids had two
Then came a 3rd and 4th didn't plan to
But when plans
that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
cool
And half the chicks I hit, they teased me in school
I got a baby by a lady I don't even love a lot
Wish I wore three rubbers 'case
Yo, why can't I ignore The things I've never seen but known as happened before
My mind's trapped in a lore but I'm always asking for more
Three
Said, "Boys, forget the whale
Look on over yonder
Cut the engines
Change the sail
Haul on the bowline"
We sang that melody
Like all tough sailors do
As if it's her album
Fine with me, might as well be
May have to retitle
If she keep on track on this track three
The B-side is
Likely to make me consider
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