Lyrics:
Poison IV, you know this ain't be real
Poison IV, when we should face our fear
Poison IV, I thought you'll love the thrill
Poison IV, so who's
and sweet
When she wet, ain't no controllin' the heat
For baguettes she give love to ill thugs
Age of 15 she learned to pump drugs
Then she got pregnant,
Tell me what's innit four me ooh oh
I'm looking for a sweet escape
I don't even know your name, no
All I know you feel the same
What's innit
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
Hahaha yea
(Yea)
See I go by the name of GRANTD
(GRANTD)
And I wanna take you on a lil journey
Sit back, relax and enjoy the ride...
Ugh yea
mack on with two red sleepy dices
And for busters, it ain't no love
We fucked up off of 40's and joints of bud
Off to the store to get me a 4
Ha ha!
Sex mover party groover mellow flower super duper
Just the breaks is what I take man I never make mistake
I'm rappin all night I ball
to the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I
to the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I
Hit the amoco for a 50 cent swisher
Nine fifty left I hit my Patna 4 a blizzal
Uncle 2 cuppin but he drinking liquor
Hit the 4 door creepin listening
scootey forever with me nigga rip Kaine
My other cousin five but he still blood rip Tay Tay
My brother locked up in the cell nigga free bang
Two four got
to find me nigga in the middle of these Skreets
4 cornas is where I stay
ain't na' nigga runnin punk
you gone die or I'ma die cause it ain't no room for
in the studio, I was on the block
In the kitchen at the spot goin' hard with the blocks
25 for the four ways, choppas by the door-ways
[Chorus]
(Turn it up)
If I get the call I tell 'em say no more
World keep actin' cruel so we dont show no love
Chillin' by the pool, yeah we cool (oh lawd)
WITH IT SON (X2)
4,3,2,1, YO THE RIDDLE IS DONE
IM COMING SO HARD THAT I’M FEELIN REAL NUMB
ARRANGING THE THOUGHTS THAT I MAKE IN MY DREAMS
LOVE?
OH,
Make plans with your crime family
Get money money, take money money
Get money money, take money money
By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
He ain't talkin'
from outta here
Fill me up with some downers yea
I just met here today and she talkin exchanging vows and shit
I like em coming by the twos exchanging
wyłapię za przysłowiowy damski!
Nie kumasz mojej jazdy
Więc się nadal z tego śmiej
Nie jestem słodziutki niczym Rappin
4 Tay – Hej!
Tylko uliczna sława,
then run,
Tay don't wanna chase ya,
Bullets wait ta, replace ya,
Hit em with the shells of the 45,
Make em all duck, with the four-five buck,
Put em all
and got me locked away
That still ain't stoppin' shit, this rappin' shit, he might just make a wave
10-4, these bad hoes was just dubbin' me
Real snow,
Kodak don't do it
Tell my son that I love his ass
Tell 'em I can't wait to hug his ass
This for the niggas who got all that time
Now they tryna get
gettin' ill money, those who 8 hours get gig
Got rugby's on and 4/5ths
Attractin' them niggaz I go against, the money was his
One nasty unit
Clientele Kidd
Layin in the crib gettin' ill money, those who 8 hours get gig
Got rugby's on and 4/5ths
Attractin' them niggaz I go against, the money was his
a King, not a Captain
Do the most coolest rappin', talk smack I'll be gat'n
I'm the King Tee punk, and I don't talk junk
But I do smoke blunt, love
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