Lyrics:
to get money by Any Given Means
All about dollars call her amazing
Be on the Block I'm willing to do that
Bringing them guns I'm willing to shoot that
supplier
If you want me to call just pick up the phone
You know that I'm trying to get by you
I'm here for the love to inspire
La Playa, La Playa, La Playa
putting out hit's
Tryin' to shoot me
But I'm out in LA on the low livin' Gucci
And lavish
They tryin' to take they money back
It's two to they cabbage
Keep a ray-gun my purse
Got a feature from Nevada
And an adlibs done by Gur
In London, winter coats
On the neck is fur
Boots to match, hangin' with
da da
La da da da
La da da da da da da da HEY
La da da da
La da da da
La da da da da da da da
The hypocrites in office just sit by
Laughing
Shootés à la télé, ce qui nous fait kiffer
C'est que des trucs loco
Gros son, thugs, grosses cylindré
es
Les jeunes veulent des guns
(Que des trucs de
love you L.A
I hope to see you one day
But just remember my name
By both my first and last name
Because although I'm not a teacher
I can still be
anywhere and anytime at all I hit her up she let me beat her doonies
Yeah
I ain't tryna hear shit you gotta say la la la la la
It's time to dick her walls
dem a roll high (yeah)
Been a stroll by (me worried)
A me a say, Don (yeah)
You know we rated as number one (easily)
Up 2 Di Time, me Vybz Kartel,
dem a roll high (yeah)
Been a stroll by (me worried)
A me a say, Don (yeah)
You know we rated as number one (easily)
Up 2 Di Time, me Vybz Kartel,
Still thinking 'bout my unborn
Two months away my heart warm
Jotting on a screen but when I sprouted it was guns drawn
Who used to sleep where
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Can you hear me now?
This is not the girl you used to know
Talking to you now
I
you
We be like la, la, la, la
From the same city as the B-IG
Wanna serve these bars, gotta see ID
Now I'm on they radar, where B dot be
Was a slave for
snort off mirrors
Coke, heroin, guns ran by government agent dealers
Blowback in the pot created boss flagrant dealers
Take it back to the spot and plot
Giù le mani e prendo la mia fetta
è il mio io che mi distingue con la pressione che mi spinge
L'elite della mia cerchia si restringe
Persa l'innocenza
servin these loads like a Haitian
Burn so much tree few o's by the P
These bitches is blunts in rotation
Tomo la coca con ron
Y ando quemando la weed
It's the story of La Street it was on 14th Street
Miami Dade County pass the bridge you in South Beach
It's La Street Story, real trap story
Real
of this town, and out of LA."
She's got a gun, she's got a gun
She got a gun she call the lucky one
She left a note by the phone
Don't leave a message
way
When you pull up your gun, I'm afraid boy, let me turn on the light
When you pull up your gun, I'm afraid boy, I want you by my side
Dis-moi tout
of nigga
Then this shit's for you
All my gun slingin' niggas from
LA to New York who ain't havin' it
Let the pistols spray then we talk
'Cause a nigga got
that's why we walk with our guns
'Cause those without guns get killed by guns
?? the one that will kill you son
It's the same where ever we from, it's
them busters know we 'locotes' for ever
Trying to come up in this game by slang'n the sticky 'loquera'
So if you're looking for 'la guerra'
Don't get
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
I laid
Ayy ayy step back motherfucker, watch out!
La la la la la (fuck that, nigga)
We don't give a fuck
Ayy y'all niggas ain't fucking with us, nigga
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