Lyrics:
Birds brrr
Get that shit for the low
Bodies pt pt pt pt
Dropping them through
The scope
Numbers ch ch ch ch ch ch
Only thing that I know
Runners
They
niggas is ET
Pull on your bitch, I'm gettin' her, 'cause I got skunk and PT's
I got skunk and PT
Skunk and PT
I ain't slept in three weeks
Gettin'
This, happy home
This, happy home
This, happy home
This, happy home
Back in the day when the bus was less than three quarters
Lloyd met
who I am
1 2 3 4 United States Marine Corps -
1 2 3 4 United States Marine Corps
1 2 3 4 I love the Marine Corps -
1 2 3 4 I love the Marine Corps
My
hear me
I dedicate this song for ya, He was setup in a stick up
By a girl he used to pick up on the upper west side
I used to help him chop a brick
the barman holds aloft the crystal glass
And I'm having all that's in the bubble in the bottom of the bottle
Then by three or four, your head's a bit
the barman holds aloft the crystal glass
And I'm having all that's in the bubble in the bottom of the bottle
Then by three or four, your head's a bit
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all
You're all (you're all)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all
I need (all I need) (don't stop)
To get by (yeah, yeah)
(W-w-wild, I'm about
Pt i. ‘The Silent Rising’
As she sits staring out at the city
Shining lights block the starlight completely
So above all the noise and the motion
Is
the killing
Do people have to die, to show say we are serious yie
Niama s3y, niama p)t)
Buh who do we tell?
Cos people way Dem swear, say they go protect us yie
homie be scoring with ease
Ain’t talkin hoopin I’m scoring PTs
Pour up a Jordan 6 line of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet
sweeter than some candy
New York popping champagne Atl its brandy
Shooting dice in Vegas I'm everywhere the bands be
Diamonds in my teeth bitch I can't
Verse 1
Thought that by this age I’d be
Doin somethin different
Thought that I’d be
Walkin ‘round the world
Singin and
Feeling
Like more than a girl
Cheeba chebba, y'all
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh (You
right
It was a long night
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Pt 1
On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on
On and on, on and on, on and on, yo
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like
drown, they wanna feud doing them cruel, just call me handy I come with a tool drunk of the brandy could fill up a pool no number 3 but shoot like I
cutters thick as mussel beds
We soon were underway
Around Cape North to East Point
By morning we were spied
But I was well outside
The three mile limit
told me weigh it up and bust it down
Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve (Jerz)
Tray 1 got PT's and sold that reserved
I'm a hot boy,
Keepers Baby
Out Here PT.1 & 2
I'm the type to stand out
Never took a hand out
I got my shit planned out
Watch my plans pan out
W.O.H.
Never ran from
Its 3 A.M and my mind is wide awake
My thoughts cannot forget you despite the many pills I take
It's late
Yet here I am in the candle light
Thinking
we bump, dedicate slow jams on the radio,
Know ya happy I can feel ya passion looking out foe ya just like daddy,
Come on, sun shine turn
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