Lyrics:
the blow drier
You weren't there when I was
Having my hard days
Who banged shots in front of African Marj's?
Wait hold up, I swear that was Juju jay?
I don't
Like powder in the hands of Lebron
Nigga what?
Compton on my raider cap, oh wait, no wait
But we want our spot back, then go nuts
Somebody hand me their
more powder than Nesquik
Take a look at my environment
All my bruddas on ends flying 'em
Heated floors inside the crib
Heated seats inside the Bеnz
A lot
my account after
I got caught hotboxing
When I shot the music video for "Microwave"
I had to pay like five bands fuck Airbnb
Look uh, uh, look
A venue
Boy or girl, it's just different colors of powder
Smokin' sweet sixteens of that South Jamaican sour
I seen it all, I might take the gun in
cred
Green light beams red
12 shots 4 dead
White force coat stea
I copped a round
And I cut it up
You think you scale
You want numbers huh
Thinkin they
man to source, let nature take it's cause
I'm hearing how you talk, that's that powder that you snort
Divorced, I'm the reason that my relationships
you get polished up
Lines get drawn in the powder
This shit look like new england clam chowder
The Uzi singing from the tower
Stoned singing in
and get me a paycheck, Only took two shots
Really put action with toolies, Run down game really crucial
Forty cal. makin' a movie, Bullets gon' slide
that’s not no gang// (twizzy)
Pulled up to his crib, shot his cousin/ (his cousin?)
Affiliation since eleven/ (fuck you)
Po asking all dem question/
if you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet
But if you're ballin and you know it
Shot-callin and you show it
If you're ballin and you know it,
Blockupy-Bande
Iced-out wie ein Trauring, eiskalt wie ein Shaolin
White Powder im Nike-Jogger, bin Highrunner wie Yao Ming
Dope-Deals mit Straßencrews, flieh'
I still remember your love and your laugh at the shots of Patron
Buy you the banner, you go get a bag and you shop on your own
Provided before you
slotting all the difficult decisions
He's used to it
Bruises for proof of it
Fuses shot he didn't use until his uses
Until he's blot where Gruesomes live
on the day i got my way of what to do with all these guns
i melted them all down and made bikes for everyone
took all that gun powder for a fireworks display
the hood, you niggas restricted
I turned my whole situation around Mike Vicked it
First shot I miss, I think I still nicked it
Shit change when you watch
Alrato
Similar to death in the cradle
Fifteen year old girl killed in a car accident
Two Hispanic boys shot in a drive-by shooting
Three people
too Brock-y, behave
Big shot, plus I'm feelin like Rocky these days
Ice don't melt I could ski through a heatwave
Nights won't help you see Jay,
ass'll get locked up
I'm unstoppable, stalker of your darkest hours
One Man Battalion, smoking weed with potent powder
Straight out of Dago, believe that
of a motherfuckin' lunatic
Introduce you to my tone let's get in to some gangsta shit
Nigga wid the mind full of crime I'm about to click
Shots up to you playa hatas
Yeah.... Harlem streets stay flooded in white powder
Like those mother fuckers runnin' away from the twin towers
Gun shots rock the earth like
I get picked up then I jet off
And I get picked up when I get off
Straight to the hotel like "Get washed
Do interviews and press shots"
Then I hit
(Gang, gang)
Free the fuckin' O (Baow, baow)
Listen, yo, yo
Eleven shots up out the glizz'
My nigga peppers dons (Glizzy)
You know I got it if you
See me
Rolls
Show you how that white powder pussy sold
Homie, we the master level
In other words we gonna last forever
In a lifelong Dance with the Devil
My
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