Lyrics:
Twenty inch wheels is what I roll
And when I pass yo bitch all outta control
Buyin' Lexus Land Cruisers
The 4-7 the big pipe user
Hoe abuser
Its
Turn your block more smokey than Jamaican nigga's nights
Are they racist, fam? Tryna be funny? Or tryna relate to man?
Sixty-year-old businessman,
dutches bitch
I come from the bottom
The ugly shit
I boom on a mic cuz
I was hit by some lightning
Mcqueen bitch I'm thunderin
Y'all just be mumbling
And throw some Ohlins on that bitch... so it stiffs up
Throw Megan Pipe in the ass... so it shits up
I hit yo block with the top all ripped up
With that
that seven Deuce, big brother was in the Buick
Yo ass in trouble, swear to God 50 shooters
Ridin' to that hot boy, I'm a muthafuckin' hot boy
Lil nigga
sushi
A lo malo vibroso le dice "fuchi", yo'
Rebelde, Mia Colucci
De Medallo para islas vírgenes
Que habla mal de mí y no sé ni quién es
I'm sorry,
had keyed my moms car like 'remember my birthday you bastards'
'94 was the year I turned 7, my mommy ain't give me no presents
Because I was still being
About to grab a bad bitch and her back I blow out
You ain't got no work fuck boy you clocked out
Three hundred sixty five days in a year
Every day I just
a bitch
I don't play,you'll get hit by the ricochet
You'll get hit by the ricochet
You'll get hit by the ricochet
Yeah
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. The 12 king pimp commandments!
Uh
It's pimp gator
Peep the ?
A king pimp's been here for years representin'
go
I let my teen years go (by)
(When I'm not here don't…cry)
When I'm not here don't cry
Cause I'm only a man
And the world don't give a damn
(they
this thug gonna miss ya til I'm wit cha'
it was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down
doesn't even seem like 7 years passed
both rodies now homies
the room bitchin'
Doomed if and you got (ravished) and now my tomb's kickin'
Four score, seven years a ho
Knockin' em down with me, 99 beers to go
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
cutblack bitch so you know Ima flex
It's cutblack bitch so you know I'm up next
Last year wasn't getting no check
This year put some ice on my neck
gotta level up around this bitch (turn me up eight)
Level up, yeah, that's what I gotta do
Fuck a seven-up, bitch I'm to the top give me a Mountain Dew
I'm still out here
24-7 gettin' paid, 24-8
Bitch, stop playin', I'm on that motherfuckin' paper chase
Niggas playin', they know, bitch, this ain't no
Hop in my new whip call it metal sonic
Had to stop by the union make a deposit,
She stay call me lil vert, I said baby stop it
If it's fly niggas
can I have enjoyment
throughout my life
say mo shit
knowin MC Mac don't love no bitch
because if I loved them
I can't trust em
breakin this rocks
good
7̶7̶7̶ Bitch
No time to let go my minds been filled with pressure
Doubts run my mind like did i really learn my lesson
25 lighters on my
being down bad my mom died
When i was seven years old damn it made me cry
And my skin was dry now i smoke on dope to get the pain from my eyes woah woah
to make a 5-7, so I can cop that
Only time I ever trust a cop is when I cop straps
Fuck 12, time to start bussin' back at cops, yeah
Bitch, look, I know
This is the beginning of a new era
This is the beginning of a new era
Never made out with death
Never had a year when you lost seven friends
Never had
Since a year-old, forty-seven year-old scab
Just to hear them words, ear piercing
Like my earlobe stabbed with a needle for an earring
Should I feel
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