Lyrics:
(hey)
I suppose, propose, to show off my Rollie and Rolls
This goes, them hoes, we OC, outta control
Fuck the folks and the border patrol, coast
“Kiss Me Now”By Rhune Kincaid
I don’t know if I’ll still exist after the big earthquake hits.I don’t know where I’m gonna land when the big one hits
Tucking the strap stuffing work in my sock most these niggas is mad cause they bitch on my cock
Back to this block shit I live by the code
Moving that white
or the Honda (Lord)
But I flew my Ducati through North America like Wakanda
Earthquakes will strike this nation for what Bush did to Rwanda (Facts)
What
By the way, is a ghetto up in heaven, my n-? (Jesus)
If it is, keep the chariot revvin' my n-, yeah (Lord)
That's what my mama be sayin'
And before
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it
Scriptures hit
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it
Scriptures hit
mother Womb outta yuh mothers womb girl
So let me powder you with my love
Nah Worry bout Johnson me got you comfort
Skin smooth notice girl you nah Have
the move
Bass drop, make it earthquake
Celebrate like a birthday
Third base for the first date
Putting on for my niggas in the birth place
Mosh pit
going on in my life?
'Bout a 100 days 100 nights
Went left now I'm getting shit right
My number outta reach outta sight
I just move forward I don't gotta
knock like 5 outta 10 that just averages
I'm a eat that pussy till the legs shake
Then I'm a knock down all your walls like a earthquake
Back in the field
She don't need my permission, born in 1988
My new addition
Singing,? can you stand the rain
I need somebody who can stand by me
Hold up, shut up, who
of it
Told her I was 'bout to go nuts with my hands up
First time I met the girl, she was in the club (Yup)
Booty like a dice game, just shake it up
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
rich, I be storin' bands (storin' bands)
Me, I just be coolin' out (uh)
I let the money dance (I let the money dance)
I got that .40 up in my pants
I
How you make something so good so ugly
See me in the street but im still getting money
Calina kid you can tell by my stomach
Make the earthquake
spend them bands on them (yeah)
Please don't make me spend them bands on you (yeah)
That .40 on my waist and we ready to shoot
Hundred-round
Mistake inside your self, that be the first head you take
It's better off than dyin' in a pit full of snakes
The marijuana got my karma glowin'
Gold
Yeah you know we hit the gas
We can't ever hit the breaks
I'm a real big steppa
Shake ya ass an earthquake (Yo)
I need my own section
50 feet for my
taking paycuts
If I look in the eyes of a traitor
Ima hurt em he gone need the operator
To dial 911
Weehuuweehuu wtf
I was on my shit but then I ran outta
with the extendo
Smokin' indoor with my jewels out
Two-seater run with your bitch (woo)
Butterfly doors on the Benz (ooh)
Runnin' through bands
menus
I want the bands like I'm rock and rolling
Need 7 0's like 7 Drummond's
World by my hands but I'm too broke to touch it
World by my hands but
Take a look at my cup, like future I turnt this rain purple
Coughing almost every day, got me addicted to this syrup
Always aiming for the first I could
go head first forget about wet feet
This shit right here is nothing you've ever seen
Pulled up with my brothers I'm surrounded by the real ones
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