Lyrics:
Just Dance
RedOne konvict
Gaga (Oh oh, eh)
I've had a little bit too much, much
(Oh, oh, oh oh)
All of the people start to rush
(Start to rush by
they tryin' to catch
Me 'Ridin' Dirty' I'm Chamillionaire
Now when you into guns like I am
You make no mistakes i got an SR 9C with two
Safeties but
You Already know this
I'm Lincoln's brave n boldest
Yeah The chosen one
The golden child reloaded
Guns and Roses
Guns and Roses
Guns and Roses
Bout
Just as fast as thing goes, boy
Give me some more
She's my little rock star, man she knows it
My baby's Guns N' Roses, my baby's Guns N' Roses
Ya she's
thing goes, boy,
Give me some more.
She's my little rock star, man she knows it.
My baby's Guns N' Roses.
She's got a wild side.
Bet trouble's in
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
dirty south florida water general chicago nigga cemetery
the consensual validity of gone off in the muck,
spread all out with style but no
'cause I'm blinded by the Son
Okay, bred from the 6, I'm Jordan with the brand, son
Hail from the L.I., 3-1 after 6, son
Dodge a Tech N9ne like everybody
a lil' n**** so you know I run fast
But don't do much of it
Do a lot of gun busting
'Cause when I let off a clip, I get a kick
Outta seeing n****s run
the boulevard
Show these scars like art
On the walls at Juilliard
Little blocks that we ran
Made us who we are
Till we fall prey
We ball hard
No movie stars
When your tooth got knocked out your brother
Ain't even come with that thing
So how I'm supposed to believe
You carry guns DNA?
When you ain't even have
and Rocket League, man we vegging tonight
Midnight praccy at McPhee got me wanting to die
Get back to Dirty Murr, hit the cart 'n' get high
(Sir, can you open
the red carpet on y'all bitch asses
Hailing from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay
Ludacris, Disturbin' Tha Peace family
Recognize royalty
Prolly ran by half a bitch
You keep race a thing we tripping on
But I don't give a damn ugh
Imma color myself in with sharpie
Cause I can
Yo chopper
me some more.
She's my little rock star, man she knows it.
My baby's Guns N' Roses.
She's got a wild side.
That troubles in her blood.
Thinks I'm
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
dirty things
Protected by this N-I-N-E Glock
Feel like shawty pimp
This one for them niggas talking hot I'm here to check ya temp
No attempt when I empty
the business of fumagation
And just to suare up things
Imma spray the whole city like the airbursh king
I go Bilbo Baggins for the ring
Word to Mike Rose I Will
seen some ugly trees
There was a werewolf honkin'
'Long the side of me
I'm mean 'n I'm bad, why'know I ain't no sissy
Got a big-titty girly by
first
(I hope they ready)
A lot of p**** n**** talk like bro
Little runnin' they mouth
That is till run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
Kuz Dey gn beat da trap n get me on da bak end
It’s a dirty game b boyz mj rules we smoke LS n dey lose big Bs over Cs is a blood cruise guns rule
Where the Midwest at? (Come on)
Where the Dirty Dirty at?
Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that n- in the cut, where the wood
the hole with the do' swangin'
But I make moves, shake them tricks up out they shoestrings
Be more precise when we do things
Cause life is like shakin'
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
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