Lyrics:
smady pay for it
Tryall Heights bay scamming drugs & bay profit
Big guns fi contract hit
Beoy life we subtract it(yeah)
A mi gun a mi pride
Wen mi
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
me coming for ya
Hear me coming for ya
By fire by gun u see me coming for ya
This is the zodiac killing dig these sound cloud rapping pigeons
Turned
an orgy
Sex parties are hardcore, take your mask off, start an orgy
Cameltoe, close up, puffed up, pussy, squeeze
Skinny pussy, model, sweet mouth
Shaved
down, yeah
Big guns, no noise, small guns, but they loud, yeah
AK's, MK's, SK's, okay
Pin drop, locate your place, drive by
I'm thinkin' drive by
Allegro, you know what I mean, like
I'ma ride for my bitch and I'll ride for the next
These pussies always wanna talk but we know that it's all flex
the chicken like Kung Pao
AR cuttin' through shit, Kung Lao
Guns from Israel, Africa, Moscow
On top of my gang, can't see nothin' below me
Y'all can't hold me
Yeah, turn me up a lil' bit
Yeah, yeah
A'ight
I came for more shit cause I ain't got enough
You pussy lil' bitches just playin' for fun
You come
the rumble
Streets are like a jungle, can't let my cipher crumble
Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge
They kick garbage, lust for chicks
my pussy, I can do what I want
Hm, I'm a big girl now
R.I.P to Brax
(This my pussy, I can do what I want, Hm, I'm a big girl now)
VA loves you,
Codeine (codeine)
I'm sippin' lean for the protein
Ain't no co-defendant (no co-defendant)
Slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gun
tailored by my new young Anna Wintour
Centerfold attraction, sexual compassion
Often memories are faded, these are everlastin'
Long eyelashes, palmin' her
Yo it's 2004 and all you candy asses thinkin ya'll real pussies
ya'll ain't seen shit yet
eh yo man let em know
Oh yeah, guess who's back
it's
but the sound of his feet
Machine guns ready to go
Are you ready hey are you ready for this?
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?
Out
you'll see that I ain't stunting
Walking on yo pussy ass ain't nothing
I ain't staright for I.G, pussy boy I'm push buttons
I been gettin alot of
How the fuck you teaching me I ain't got no obedience
Ya'll are made of shit I'm the thug's ingredients
And for my niggers I peel like fucked up paint
a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til there is none
I'm like a Rolling Stone, homie, I got you under my thumb
pussy
Movin', I been gettin' to this money (okay)
A lot of niggas with me and they hungry (okay)
Do this shit for everyone that love me (okay)
'Til
Chorus:
Talking about big guns doesn't make you hard
Fresh outta pen doesn't mean you hard
Dem killers from the yard are patiently waiting for war
I'm having too much money all on my body
Money all on my mother fucking body
Money if that pussy nigga try me
Call up my nigga he hiding yo body for
the sandbox niggaz with big glocks
Late night, movin' that junk, like Redd Foxx
Now, you don't want nothin' about me (nah)
You pussy, nigga come fuck with
Wake up in the morning, what the hell have I done (No!)
Wake up in the morning, who the hell are you hun?
Heard she pop that pussy for a fucking coupon
Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe
From the Friday the 13th, ghetto jason
Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass
Out that s-class for
just for keeping
The ice cold, yeah we were legends and we still are
Two hundred fallen angels, we balling from every angle
Heavy bag gold, panamania
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