Lyrics:
lick down
Like a man tryna make a bull see red
I'm addicted to pain
W rytm muzyki kapie krew
Pain is my only adrenaline's tool
Dzisiaj moim
I ain't goin' in the club, 'less I got the tool on
Goin' against the gang, that's the way you get shoot on
Code red, I don't give a fuck who I knew
ain't nothing new
We about the life my nigga, we don't abide by these rules
Make a move then my niggas going to act a fool
Bring a tool if you going do
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah nah I ain't down with that bullshit
Still got some tools in this toolkit
Trying to drive by on this highway
Keep left
brothers was sippin that sprite
Had little broodie by my side he ready to drill
He was gripping that tool or shit tight
Just a youngin who was lost in
the emotional damage is more subtle
Senator Hawkins: Fire and chains and
Senator Hollings: It's outrageous filth!
Senator Hawkins: Other objectionable tools
a grudge can be the end though
Nothing budging is the mental
Coming from a history of violence
Filled with misery and triumph
Lack of vision leads
stone wallin
Livid filled with fright
As the crow flies, into the night
Hexes and lies, fly right by
In the darkest of nights, she calls
To spread
Pass me the passcode I won't judge
So many people and I'm the one with the fucking grudge
You're all smoke no fucking fire
As it turns out you're
came in with a grudge
And I ain't talkin' I'm dissin'
Ok fuck Rick Dawg
And I'll say it again
If it's Wicked Fuckin' Wrestling You gone die by the pin
Wake up, wake up
It's time to shake off all these grudges that you hold on to
Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up
Filling up my cup until it starts
a tool
Ya nigga me too
Pull up in a 2 do coupe
Woah
Never should have dropped outta school
You a fool
I was riding around feeling so cool
Picked it up
(whatt?)
What do you mean, what do mean by that?
This year we move, uh
Yh we move, yh move like that
Take your tools
It's you and your God... it's two
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The first known use of a chainsaw-like tool can be traced back to the ancient Roman Empire, where a two-man saw powered by human muscle was used to cut marble
share.
Let the people know by the way we don’t judge,
the way we accept them and don’t hold a grudge.
Chorus
Hey
with your hands held high
Let
racks but I want them multiplied by two
(‘Plied by two yea)
Nigga pissed his pants I ain’t even gotta grab my tool
(Grab my tool yea)
Seen that fat butt
the way, the way, yeah
this grudge you hold is yours alone
fifty percent of my mistake you own
you own, you own, you know, yeah
what have you to gain
from
is just a long lost grudge that will never fade away
Caving the symptom of confessional
Painted in licorice forgeries
Had she dawned
damn tool
Yo homie Died you see is real he got you crying pools
You lit you Poppin thought I told you watch your damn moves
Coping with the pain he
If a nigga play he get hit with the tool
My niggas some demons but they keeping they cool
My diamonds they wet like i hopped in the pool
I stay with
the one you hate
But I won't hold onto no grudge cause really we was so young
Ahead of everybody wasn't born dumb
Playing with this paper god damn think I
out of college
That pussy the freshest
Come to my class baby, I'm teaching lessons
I light the fire, the tool
One of the hottest, ain't nothing to prove
ain't shakin' hand
Lil' nigga, don't call me bro
I'll hold grudges when I'ma catch you, nigga
I'ma up da sco
Nigga talk down, but he really not like that
pool)
Nigga you a bitch, my favorite dish, you nigga's food (nigga's food)
Slide one time then double back with that tool (with that tool)
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