Lyrics:
hand up, and they'll shoot ya'
Face off, face off Adolf Hitler
Grandkids slayed off
Niggas, same rules, same chalk
Different decade, same law
Keep
THE TWO MAGICIANS
The lady sits at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there come a lusty smith
With his hammer in his hand
Crying
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
Ain’t seen no keys like Ray Charles
It’s me and Meek in a Maybach
We get Wale and take off
We got your bitch in a big house
She walkin’ hype like "Hey
there hear me
Get your hands up
If anybody out there feel me
Get your hands up
If anybody out there hear me
Get your hands up
If anybody out there feel me
always die young, fucking with them hood niggas
I know you had your hands in that dirt, but
They ain't have to end you out outside that Kenwood Liquors
DIDN'T KNOW THAT WAS GONNA BE HERE!
SAM: SHE, FREDDIE. I'M A SHE, AS IN GIRL.
FREDDIE: BARELY.
SAM: OOOHHH!
FREDDIE: YOU JUST KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY AV
Black Woman Black Woman Black Woman Black woman
Black women get to hands in the sky if you loving on your husband
And he put it down right
Black women get
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
and the rhythm is my blanket
Wrap yourself up in it, if you love it, then you'll thank it
Don't move to rebuttal, wave your hand for action
Some ladies in
Drunk off Cris', mami on E
Can't keep her little model hands off me
Both in the club, high, singing off key
(And I wish I never met her at all) and I,
can't even hear
If I die then I die living with no fear
Recognize a nigga by the tear in my ear
Yo bitch imma keep her
Get it there and back told a fuck
Can't keep her hands off of me, got her lock, then lost the key
Weed smoke, make it hard to see, we go harder than the Carter one
Excuse me baby pardon
the Kruger spinning
And we ain't gon' stand down, we gon' stand up
Black man, black power, put your black hands up
To all my hustlers pumping cracks
heart sing
Her name written in that unsteady hand
If Grandmother Sky is good, it reads
Then this will find you sitting on your throne
It's been so long
back on my beat I make her moan like she bout to
Don't give a damn if you want me, huh Jigsaw on the beat, keep it low-key, huh
Got a bag in my hand
He keep his hand on the gun, he love the drum
Whatever's done under the sun
Gone come to light, no need to fight
No need to run, burning my tongue
rolling with me
Private low-key
And your man don't gotta know it
Now take that off and show me
I'll beat it like I'm that
I wanna buy a machine
And get
We quick turn up like a jock at a party
Brothers fly as hell we like Matt and Jeff Hardy
Threw her ass the keys
Said it's already started
Fresh
the black bag..in the ground, she gat fucking high..with the money show, attracting by her
I look at them warra see is boom the bomb shaking to explode
I won't fuck her, got the quorum
I heard niggas be informing, grab my chinger
Then my key what's more important?
Nike Tech and my Jordans
I can't wait
we keep stallin until my time's up
Line up lames it's time for your vaccination
Be glad you been infected, accept it, congratulations
I got platinum
Spurtin off in my lawf of cousrse I kno my shits tight,
Surprise open my eyes still surprise got my shorty flying in wit' keys
Taped to her thys wit
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