Lyrics:
head on me
I ain't even gotta say it homie I got the type of money you can smell on me
Ridin' 'round in the V12 screamin' "Fuck 12" I got the twelve
They only talk to her, because
She looks like a total prostitute, okay?
I mean, her butt, it's just so big
Uh, I can't believe it's just so round
12 dollar ring, 12 dollar bling
50 hundred chains, 100 thousand kills
Straight up with the pills
Shake em for the bills
Get a bitch and chill
House
They only talk to her, because
She looks like a total prostitute, okay?
I mean, her butt, it's just so big
Uh, I can't believe it's just so round
stay, burn this shit like it's a flake
Moved by own pace, left a mark you could not trace
Wasted a year trying to prove my daddy wrong
I Forgot pray I
Or the 12 gauge shotty hit ya
You was talking so I got to get ya
I'm the Boogie Man In the flesh putting shit to rest go to sleep
I will not play with you
mask up on the freeway and
A shoot-out on the news ghost ride the whip
Using that skull up on the AK
Spray through the
Run the police-issued 12 gauge (On
faking
Stop that acting
You gon' fuck around
With them fuck arounds
12 gauge gon' start a havoc
Best believe that we gon' ash it
You gon' fuck around get
a runner
For the plex call me a gunner
Guerilla Maab representative
Four 12's in Sedan DeVille
We gon make it that's for real
Crank it up while I work my
you ain't taking shit
Unless you take whats coming with it
Tryna rob me for my money
Got the nuts to come and get it
Caught you sleeping with the 12
and chips
Go getter bars my pimp playa epistles
Not like you boys I keep my head on a swivel
Got 12 gauges assault rifles and pistols
Blow bags on bullets I
your girl, whine up and shake, double tap (grrt, baow)
Baby 9's, odd dot clocks, double tap (grrt, baow)
Beat the corn, burn out, it straight double
problem if you didn't do it stunting
Y'all ain't hitting on nothing
Y'all ain't hittin on
(And I'm here by the way
Gota go and shake I'ma swim and make
Prepare the weaponised words
For bombardin' 'em
But first
Let's get the mandatory mention of our name out of the way
It's FMA 'n' 12 Gage
I never said I
now
Now when you move I'm hypnotized by the fuckin sound
I'm hypnotized by the fuckin sound
It's to lit
I can not quit
She shake that shit
And cure my
It's either my life or your life
And I ain't leaving, I like breathing
Nigga, we can go round for round
Clip for clip, shit, fo'-pound for pound
like trying (I, yeah)
But all my real niggas round me keep tellin' me (tellin')
"Kells, fuck that you gotta keep climbin'" (climbin')
I admit it, I
and a gun big as Biggie
Some old heads hatin and some young niggas with me
Put a beam on a 12 gauge, buck, shots spread
I can aim for your legs, and hit you
Your dads a cuck stew
Know how I knew
Me and your momma fucked too
You only mad she fucked plenty round the way but she never fucked you
If it’s up it’s
After I come 'round and gave her the 12-gauge
You tried call my phone, but it was engaged
I was with my lil' mama, she was honey glazed
I've been
books this time last year 'round September (nigga I remember)
12's right behind me, I'ma do the dash real fast, no surrender (nigga I remember)
Nigga I
be the biggest
Leap that you ever hop
It seems niggas are fly and
The junkies are high
And in my line of work that goes side by side
But when
when the girls shake somethin
System overload, stay bumpin
It's thug life, y'all know the rules, gotta do what ya gotta do, and stay true
Propose
the impact of you on my skin
Sends a shiver of shock
Straight through my soul.
cnd is it anyone that I can't resist you?
You wake me up and shake me into
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