Lyrics:
drinked, I smoked, we talked
I admit that I told it all (our phone, we talked, it off)
From my good points to my faults (faults)
She said "What about
Right upon your ass
Quick to talk but
Shutup just as fast
Girl you ain't bout life
You don't come close
Stick to what you know
Keep making lil post
you wouldn't even get booked in my town, wow
Don't look now, stepped in, everybody safe and sound
I keep your secrets lost and found, 4 years in and I
the way my ass go ba-bump-ba-bump-bump (uh)
Keep your eyes on my ba-bump-ba-bump-bump (okay)
And think you can handle this ga-donk-ga-donk-donk (woo)
Slept through my court date
Bombs in place
Firearms embrace
Still belt-buckles and brass knuckles
And fuck youths when I tussle
Ghost spread this
she blow us both akimbo
Show us how the bimbo limbo
Sh-sh-show up at your door
Leave yo home with bloody knuckles
Mount your dome up on my buckle
I'm
under red rocks
Never lack, never flinch, keep the pistols, and the stocks
Bitch, I'll never let it slip 'cause you'll end up off the docks
Glock by
snap yer neck!
Here and now, I'll end this tale!
Jumping off my wyverns back
Claude Von Riegan's on the attack!
Failnaught beat you blue and black
'Til
to
Bring it back home to you, because I ride, or die, girl we gon be good
[Ace Hood]
Baby just hold it down, I need a chick that'll ride for me,
My
the truth
Got my heart racin'
Got me chasin' after you you you
Damn girl you're looking fine
I can't get you off my mind
Cuz you're a good girl
Good girl
Both hands clusty, chilling with my man Rusty
Low down, blew off the burner kinda dusty
The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape
Rae co-host
Monty
cant be trusted keep shit to myself
Niggas got a hand out they aint never help
I did this shit by myself
My weed exotic top shelf
My swag make yo bitch
My heart is pounding, I keep running for my end goal
The wind rushing past my face, the things I've been told
"You'll never make it so save your
if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
Master Gee, my mellow
It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it's
your
Style off Bassman and Trigga a likkle bit
My style's strong a likkle bit
You can't scare me with Wing
Chun a likkle bit spit two bars
Draw for
Butt dial or booty call, they don't know the difference
Your girl got a sweet tooth, she biting my licorice (Aha!)
(Yo… What'd you just say?)
How 'bout
face off like Nicolas Cage
Battle for the second coming of Christ and see whose soul gets saved
One might be your girl so don't trust her. I'll tell it
believe me
The Skipper, my Lords style stick like Jack the Ripper
I'm hangin other rappers like your girl hangs on my zipper
Lord Jazz, hit me one time,
if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
Master Gee, my mellow
It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it's
Caesar, sir.
C: (salutes) Hail Caesar.
If it's not done by sunrise, I'll cut your balls off.
B: (very reliefed) Oh thank you sir, thank you sir, hail Caesar
Bet you never felt a vibe like this
Ha
Put your feet up and get high like this
Ha
Show em why your knuckles hard like this
Till enemies beware of my
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
*
If
shoot ya dead) man down
It gon shoot ya dead, shoot ya dead, man down
I'ma keep my eyes wide open (I'ma keep em open)
Keeping one hand on the wheel (Keep
your own companionship
Every time I see you in the world
You always step to my girl
But ask yourself homeboy, why is that?
Brothers get jealous
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