Lyrics:
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
down like I'm playing football
I knew she was a freak tryan fuck in the mall
Tried to lil boi me tryan put me on a wall
Man dat Shii dead in dat bih hell
know we don't huh
4l gang, you know we don't Rest
My lil bro dey look up to me
If i fok up, ein own go be worse
Shout out cordless
Without you
The boy
of sneezing we keep blessing niggas (Pah)
Smoking CJ by the vic i can't take it
Tooty too frootie, i want dre, this that facial
Tried to let lil Crip slide, but
I'm from Broward
Yeah, I fuck with Mr. Howard
Bad lil bitch
Really think that I'm a coward
I ain't messing with that bitch
She just hitting me
Pussy ass
We havin' a check by the way
Huh, woo woo woo
You feel me? You dig
Shit look easy, know what I mean
Hey
Don't I look like I'm the shit lil
karate
The ice on lil baby from Johnny
Allergic to them, can't let none of these niggas by me
They try me I'm hurting somebody
Open up fire but bitch we
Hold your head up lil' bruh
You're not dead lil' bruh
You are brown when this world is black and white lil' bruh
I know how it sounds low lil
later, goin' hard like we used to
On the dead homies
On the dead homies
I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga
Our lil' homie Stunna
nigga, I'm outside)
Yeah
I'm a whole menace
Niggas trying to play God but they dead critics
Grown nigga, I'm a man with it
If you don't got your blick you
I'm simpin' like mr mclovin
She driving a Ford on ig a porch on this side it's really no judging
She faking she really lil pumped it and I'm hating that
Racist
I need em Dead Faces, I Ain't Racist
I need em Dead Faces, I Ain't Racist
Dig em up with a shovel (20s,50s,100s)
Lil bitty bih I ain't tryna cuddle
Yeah, ha-ha-ha (bang)
Yeah, Bizarre Kid comin' at you
Eminem and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, haha
No one's iller than me (what?)
No one, no one is
the block up like Rob Lowe
Bodega liquor store, I'm dead in the window
PPP symbol got FBI on lookout
Strip the dirty clothes, hit a 118 cookout
I woof
nothin' from me, I won't even dick her
I walk in the bank, they address me by Mr
Fuck the hoe from the back, make the bitch grab a pillow
Catch me a opp
I admire your courage, Miss, uh..
Trench
Sylvia Trench
I admire your luck, Mr..
Bond
James Bond
The Pebbles motherfucka.
James Bond
James Bond
James
to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya
This
Asshole by nature like my name was Tre
And I don't gangbang, I control the Game
What I'm representin' here's puttin' holes in brains
Oh, I say the same
the leather Trench (cap)
Educational bar
One shot your best dead
That's collateral champion...
Do the math and the meth
Save the game from itself...
(Red Dead, I'm so fuckin' bumpin', bruh)
Haha
Yeah, pussy power, that lil' pussy power
(Power, power)
Hah, hah (O oh) , hah (O oh) , hah (O oh)
Pussy
Catch Him At The Park Joggin
Told My Lil One
Dont Wax Him Yet Mr Miyagi
A Price On His Toe Tag
Sold His Soul Illuminati
Worth A Couple
Grrah top two and I'm not two, bitch
Kenzo B
I got all this motherfucker jewelry
On but I ain't chief (But I ain't chief)
When I say I'm Mrs get
[Mr. Lil One]
Jack 'The Ripper', strippin mothaf**kas for their egos
Peace to all the bald heads, mobbn in their regals
Need no mothaf**ka to be
heart n given her my all
Asalamalekun, this is the cry of a god
I'm dancing with my demons but by morning they'll be gone
Asalamalekun, Malekun Salam
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