Lyrics:
had a thing for big Coups
Flooded rings and older bitches
Holdin' my riches in lump
Sums for trust funds
Fully recovered thugs lust to bust guns
While
they gon' blame
Gotta leave with my soul, how I came
I know it look lit when I'm rockin' these chains
But I went through a lot for this money and fame
hopped off the)
With a gun, tryna blow, tryna kick down your door (tryna kick down your)
But that's old news, spreading love now (spreading love)
Sick
(buyin'), all my friends keep dyin' (Dyin')
Throw the roof in the back (back), one time for Chinx in the sky (yeah)
Yeah, they glorify rats (five), gave Max
guns and guts and history
And bitter love still put a hole in me
Bite my head off, still my world will always be
A little risk worth taking
Bite my
but that won't get us far
When the rattlesnake is shaking and the gun is on the floor
'Cause we die to live, we die to live
We can go all night
And evolving from the sea
Would no be too much time for me
To walk beside you in the sun
I read something
About a son of a gun
Named extinction.
change your ways
Broken, broken truth must be spoken
Can we be responsible, is someone keeping score
Broken, broken when all guns are smoking
Do you
the USA
Hold me, squeeze me, friend me
'Cause I'm empty
If I had a fucking gun
I could shoot at everyone
Thinking out in the USA
Everyone's like
hand
Watch his right hand slip
Towards his gun, oh, no (oh)
N-E-O, O-M-G, gee whiz
Girl, you're the one for me
Though your man's bigger than I am
fucka)
What, what, what, what, what
Yo, this for my niggas in the streets
(What what what what)
Foreign cars and the jeeps
(What what what what)
Make
(out there)
Throw your guns in the air (one two three)
Let me hear you go - Dirt, Doooooooog!
Dirt, Doooooooog!
Let me hear you go - Dirt,
nothing)
Well I gotta gun that's loaded, I want to hurt some fool (don't shoot it)
Chorus
C#m be a be
Well the woods are full of wardens,
C#m be a be
They
then stash the gun
Before you get popped off, have some fun
[Lo]
9 times outta 10, you escape when you run
But if you can't get away then toss
Words and music by Roddy Frame
I recall the biggest beach,
Throwing stones, almost alone except for,
Something just outside of reach,
And I'd
Hunting in the Sea of Japan
Ambrose left the tourist trail behind him
So bold with his gun in his hand
Of his furs there was no need to remind him
the sea would no be too much time for me
To walk beside you in the sun
I read something about a son of a gun
Named extinction
Extinction
Extinction
bang)
Play around I swear to God it's (Going down)
My gun is my life, of my sacred weapon
Going down
Me, Catia and Nadia (Bang bang)
My nine millimeter
that dick, get it hard for me
Pyrex in one hand, large amount of grams in it rocked up
And she pregnant, my lil' man got her knocked up
He popped up (oh
He ain't the best in the world but he's a runnin' son of a gun.
Oh, Lord have mercy on my wicked soul,
Wouldn't mistreat you baby for my weight in
in the final days
Gun smoke young folks living any kind of way
Gangster holiday greedy snakes and hideaways
Meanwhile soldiers take it straight
I still think about the way it was
When you could still speak your mind
Back when Uncle Sam put a gun in your hand
And he laid it all on the line
I hope the liquor not leading you on
I'm fantasizing 'bout turning you on
Bang bang bang bang
Hear the shots out the gun
Fight for my life, girl you
Livin' for tomorrow, hopin' for tonight
I'm just tryna live my life
They say I ain't living right
Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice
Livin' for
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