Lyrics:
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
I hope I'm ready, are you ready for this transition
Hold it steady, copacetic, rendered by ambition
Could've fought my mind, but would I really get
in the corner there's the bodies, I can't help it you can't stop me
On a killing spree, ain't no demon yeah I swear it's me
Hold up Imma kill this
bury my body
Well, I won't grow weary no more
Ain't afraid of death knockin' on my door
Sweet salvation in the by-and-by
No more trouble, gonna leave it
my eyes (Drifting, drifting)
So much I can find (Drifting, drifting)
There's no meter I could sync with
Pen to ink with
Thoughts to think with
That's
float, the deadpan joke
The cold touch of a stranger, the left hand stroke
There's no right hand man, the bedpan spill, the dead man's still
Face-down
send them boys to run you down. Could have been some track stars but they never made it out. Murder mafia nigga, aint no stoppin my niggas, get in in his
the chorus y'all
Ayy, we got it
Fuck anybody who ain't out there nodding
Got some wild dogs in our gang but no mozart
Way that we roll is No Holds Barred
Ayy,
one else gives a fuck
Looks like I'm down on my luck
Lost everything I constructed
Now my mission is over
And I've got no god damn clue how I'm gonna
say fuck it y'all don't like
Them bars I'm getting somebody wash
No if y'all don't like them bars than
Fuck it I'll get some body wash
My white boy get
hold on
Be strong, hold on
When it's on it's on
There's, never a good day, cause in my hood they
let they AK's pump strays where the kids play
hold on
Be strong, hold on
When it's on it's on
There's, never a good day, cause in my hood they
let they AK's pump strays where the kids play
The way you drop on my Body
There ain't no other Body but you
You got to be Mine
She the Baddest from time
Body so bad, put that body on mine
Body on top,
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
my sister / Chorus BUT You gotta play by Kinja rules Forget about that civics course you learned in school We ain't city folks, but we ain't fools
And my supplier go by khosmo on the beat
The whole team you know err body eat
We gon get the chip then next year we repeat
I ain’t takin no L’s no defeat
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
and he'd say
That this is gonna hurt but you're gonna be alright
Don't let me pull you down pull you to the other side
Now this ain't gonna kill you but
a diaper n' he hangs it on a stick
Over his back n' goes headin' on down by the pierside.
He gettin' on down by the pierside,
His manager's down there
yourself, and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way flip hair
Ooh, there ain't no other way
Baby, I was born this way!
Baby, I was born
taking no losses
When your dealing with my crew, A$AP Bone yeah we bosses
Anybody with a bone to pick
Im gonna level my charge I'm damn sure to make it
Maniac
When I'm runnin' for the mulla, yeah
Mulla, yeah
When I'm runnin' for the mulla
Ain't nobody gonna hold me down
Get it fast, get it slowly
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