Lyrics:
rollin' witchu
You never got a person hit i spray the guns
Don't play the drums but know
How to work wit' sticks
Bitch you not a thug and you not
The plug
the 'ven got racks in my pocket (bitch)
Dirty ass hoes tried to dog me last year not knowing a nigga finna be a problem
And them niggas shit them bogus ass
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
shot, niggas gettin' stopped
Mommas really outchea losin' they sons
Might as well keep it real with them young niggas
Might as well tell 'em get guns
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black man with a gun in
from your dome abrasions
'cause my chrome is blazin', I'm naughty crunk
Got the bop gun like Sir Nose D'Voiddoffunk
Bitch, I pull a sawed-off from under
brother told me
Don't ever trust a bitch
You'll end up lonely
Once I was seven years old
I'm from a big, big block
But we thought we would be pushing each
take it
Grab a player hater by the neck
Choke him out and try to break it
Give me your money
Drop them keys
It's a jack move bitch
And since you
You see I can't stop I won't stop
'til I check a mil I need a super bad bitch
And a house on the hill
365 7days I believe crack pays
My
You see I can't stop I won't stop
'til I check a mil I need a super bad bitch
And a house on the hill
365 7days I believe crack pays
My
on the top
Copper heads on the bottom
9 millimeter, gimme gun fever
Cold cold drink, Arm got it by the litre
(what else?)
Holla at ya dog, realest hustler
to this torch
Flame em up quick
If they try to extort
Quick bucks
From my team
7 years bad luck
3rd Ward where I'm from
I poured all my pain in a cup
I
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
gangsta
Sag your pants to the floor
Every women's a bitch, or a whore
When your gangsta
Pack ya guns in the club
If they shrug to them thugs mean mug
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
enemies by any means (any means)
If-if-if you get twenty years in the league, you still couldn't ball with us (no)
Seven foot four, boy still ain't tall
shit gone play
But you can be the bitch and go the other fuckin way
You gotta respect us
We got guns and we got a whole plethra
And I betcha
Every
you running
You ain't gonna get very far
Bitch, I'mma run you over in my $20 supercar
Rapist Alien is the best album by far
Millennium
Millennium
kneeling fa the judge to let up my pops she gave em 7 like he kaepernick watched my uncle nem flip like 100 bricks then get killed bout a bitch that’s fucked
5 years later still pulling glass out of my head
Well I should be dead
I should be dead
Black out the last 7 night
Need dad is to borrow the car keys
ass, nigga
Who runnin', duckin' all these sticks
I'm lettin' you know I ain't even serious on this bitch, nigga, suck my dick
I'm facin' seven years
how to behave
Now, drag his ass, bag dun for his loot
Figure me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for Tupac
Seven for
me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for 2pac
Seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
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