Lyrics:
time, don't volunteer we know that its foolish
That's how we make things disappear, Don Lewis
So let's talk about the from Florida Carole Baskin
At least
found 50 and you put on 5 Detroit niggas
Rest in peace to the best one, the rest of them sound iffy
So let's go down your stable, Gun left your label
you on?
Let's go Brandon, F Joe Biden, yeah
What side you on?
We the people screamin' it loud, yeah
What side you on?
Left foot up, right foot slide
right, we gon' take it back
These mothafuckas goin' to start catchin'
Lefts and rights and uppercuts
I don't give a fuck
Put your guns down, let's have fun
and catch the monkeypox
I'm just sayin' y'all do know how it be gettin' spreadin'
I disrespect niggas every year and I don't regret it (I don't)
Let's talk
by the police
Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of your skin get you put in
again)
Hand me the mic, hold up let me go and get this
Taking it back, dropping some fire like Imma be on your setlist
Chilling on em like I was Netflix
but, built up not that nice fighter
I'm the champ, but still I'm the number 1 contender
You the chump, more like the number 1 pretender
Don't call me by
left your barrel
And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to
Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you
And I done seen a lot of people
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
Dabber
Everybody was dead by bong
you were holding out on us
you know that's wrong
he's got dabs and I think he had them all along
chill and let's
LL
N.O. Joe, hit me baby!
Push it out girl, arch your back
Them 17's is fittin' like bubblewrap
uh, plus they low on your hips
You there, let
and withdrew a
revolver. Throw up your hands, he said. I'm Ned Kelly.
The infamous bushranger was accompanied by the rest of the Kelly gang: his brother Dan
she fast to go
and blow like Curtis
double off in the lex
let me see if she worth it
gettin by so perfect
gettin by so perfect
last year I was mackin
we
real, this is no cap)
I'm your instructor, Mud (I swear on my life)
(I plead the fifth as well)
Ayy, I say right foot, left foot, step up, shoot
what I want to do
Hold em up. Let em go
Put your hands to the sky if you feel our woes
Live your life just how you want it
Don't let others decide cause
a minute
Tired of being strong, please let me be weak for a minute
Kinda thought that my disease tried to kill your man first
It was easy to get my hands
Came out with the bag on me
You already know I got them bands on me
So wherever the plans go
You can let your mans know
Just don't put your hands
around
You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old motherfuckers
That's crazy, because me being one of your offsprings
Of the legacy you left behind, I
to see that shoe box fool,
Chump, you don't know what that oo op do,
Have your block like oo aa oo,
Who shot who,
Yea, I leave the gun there so
to you (By my side)
You know I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me (By my side)
(There isn't everywhere you go that it's—) (By my side)
I don't want your money
Though Heaven knows I could use it
But you see this is my home and you see the other bar down the street
Well, that's my
I don't want your money
Though Heaven knows I could use it
But you see this is my home and you see the other bar down the street
Well, that's my
us
You'll be slain by our machine!
Think that I might go insane now
As I try to solve this mystery
But you know that in between the breakdowns
You can
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