Lyrics:
holding court on these niggas (I ain't here)
Wife beaters and jeans, and a pair of Jordans on these niggas (Swag)
Heat cocked to the back, and I smash
Vaton I'm a shiner
Cocky kinda true as a don big tymer
Rocks will blind ya, yea I'm the bomb street grinder
Cocked the ninner now you folks now ya time
poppin
When I'm a stop frontin, when yah mom stop coppin
Shit you not rockin, stop watchin, glock cocked
Dots shots in, call em re-run he pop lockin
When I
reel
It's the takeover, breaks over, make something
For funny ass package, who want, and a cake over
Monster bangels, bojangles got the forty cocked from
blend ya
Dick up like a roaster, you be like whose the
My music will lose ya, you miniture
I got this microphone, pulled back and cocked
And all sperm
Debarge.
See my dick stay hard. (oh) and its gon stay cocked.
(Yes) if a bitch fuck wit me she
Gettin her cherry popped.
Bedroom boom, (this is
cocked back, her legs tied like a figure eight
I'm on stage getting sucked by Madonna
Sticking piped in your ass until you stop the freesyle drama
keep the glizzy cocked
You don't dance, well this your chance
Bullets make you milly rock
I'm a Muslim with this pole, I be getting busy, ahk
Taking
she's a Taurus
She said she expensive, well, I could afford it
Never pay for it, but I could explore it
Have your tongue out and legs cocked open like
own big woman
Fuck to di base cah I like Peter
Yuh breast cocked like nine millimeter
Mi nuh waan see nuh AK none at all
Baby put yuh 2 foot over
trunks
We roll slabs and we don't do dunks
Shoes be four's and they don't be pumps
We smoke Kush and we don't do bump
FN cocked and we don't do pumps
One
the kitchen to an uncontrollable flame
That fully auto was tame, now it's reloaded, cocked, and aimed
He picked up the poison when he picked up the loose
Half cocked and half baked
Used to keep a full stock of work, half rocked and half shake
My mistake, sign a track agreement
For more Gs than lines
the ones that say we got this, that you ain't alone
As long as I'm here to pull out that Glock 9 and cocked it
He mad you got rich but on the low you
it and
Whoo
Sittin' back, reminiscin'
Of how I used to get down and dirty wit' ya
I pull up on a hot block and come and get ya
Wit' a pistol cocked
lend yo ass, the man so bad
From Alabama with banjo cocked back
Swing bass like I'm Rambo fix that
I don't wanna hear shit buddy that's that
Can't get
nigga wit a big ass chain,
Calico cowboy ridin' tall in the saddle,
Fully loaded and cocked wit that choppa and I'm ready for battle,
I want to be (what?)
But you will never know how much
Do you think this cocked back mic will jam or choke?
Come on my nigga, listen yo
Do you
dead ? and
(That could be today) Keep a gun with me cocked
Come with my squad, nobody knows my number but God, and homie
(When it's your turn) Even
ruthlessness knew no bounds, as he beat him down
Shot him while gagged and bound, kept the whole town
Shocked, with they doors locked, fire arms cocked
Major
the islander
Woke up in the furtive spring
More capable of anything
I waited for more men to come
Hey docked their boats and cocked their guns
The time
manifestin, all show ways and actions
Hopeful that, lick your cannon
I'm ill when I shoot to peal like Ed O'Bannon
In my head is a thought, perm cocked, off
in love with the Georgia Peach
I heard you wanna hit this twat, nigga I thought not
Fell up in the party with a phat knot, glock cocked
Got too much
that fie fie delish
I said we got, we got, nigga we cocked it and dropped it
Ain't no stopping it, popped it, locked it, flop flipping it
Leaving
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