Lyrics:
candy
OT that's where you can catch Piccalo hollerin 4 LIFE
When I'm downtown I check out the shoe gallery
cause Danny always looked out for me
Eddie from
that's like four chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo' baby mama in a Mulsanne (skrrt-skrrt)
Fashionably, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
just to get a pair
Of them low top coke boys
You can catch 4 shots for yours
Nothing but 40 Glocks, and .44s
And its still 5 life
You know boy
(and u
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
at yea
I was evangelizing publicly ooohhhh
I just noticed that boy that's the bread of life
Swinging around swinging around on that sign
When I would
[ VERSE 1 ]
One by one goes the bullets in the clip
Put it in yo gat, one in the chamber, now you're ready to start shit
Heat comin from the barrel
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
Aiyyo 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, blaze the hot
Trizack it sound like heaven
7-6-5-4-3-2-1 my man Meth-Tical come and get some
Player my position, hot
Ha ha
Yeah yeah
Make it butter
I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
No doubt
Ayo watch yo mouth!
Ayo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
and four for boys
Five for silver, six for gold
Seven for a secret never to be told
But there's a bird that nests inside you
Sleeping underneath your
Long Life - Prazzi-Wailer ft Mr.Morf
Pre-Chorus:
I just wanna live my life
With omo to fine, wey set, wey go dey by my side
Gurl am ready for
fire.
These four characteristics of my personality would
become the guiding force of my life and would control
everything I did or was to become.
I shall
get it sixty-eight for sixty-nine, yeah (woah)
Well, I'm just sayin', yeah, uh (I'm just sayin')
No, I'm not trippin', boy, go live your life, yeah
the shop at the mall
It get crazy when you really wanna (w)rap with the boy
Man, I swear, I could give you sixteen or I can fuckin' put you six feet in
dollars, my friend lost his life
I'd love to spit some Beech-Nut in that dude's eyes
And shoot him with my old .45
'Cause a country boy can survive
sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be taking my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
a direct result
Of the war by the United States
Half-life, 4.5 billion
Half-life, we waste away
Half-life, 4.5 billion
Half-life, we waste away
Half-life
through the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
And let you know
Your baby boy ain't doing so tough
And even though you passed
Going on four long
love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor I’d rather
Take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised
on sumpthin pitifull
They see us comin they clear the block, our faces unforgettable
The world is a ghetto, and life is a plot
I'm surrounded by nimphos
Don't make me have to rise my rifle
Man try send some young boys for me
Don't make me have to ride by high school
Shit you man been dropping lately
Don't
This is a day in the life
See I make big money and I fuck nigga's wives
And I only skate twenty fours
Young pimpin' still slammin' them Chevrolet
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