Lyrics:
She wanna roll with me
I stay wit that iron it will always stay close to me
I got nothing but time but I ain't got no time for a nigga to play wit me
on me, but I still don't got time
Diamonds 3D, Brought it straight to life
They say "he goated, he one of a kind"
I walk in and cop it, don't wait in no
Haunted by the loss of time
Feet stuck frozen in the snow
These crazy things you do
Shame
Shame
Shame
Oh oh oh
Shame
Shame
Shame
Oh oh oh
Flippin' that turf, have you runnin' and racin'
These junkies my patients, they walkin' and pacin' (what up? What up?)
I had to cook up, had to tell 'em,
fucked anybody i wanted to.
I was, however, gang raped by a blues band in an old
school bus. That was pretty
horrible. There were only three of them.
I
(whoop-whoop)
It's 3AM in the streets, we really hotter than lava
All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin' our door down
That shit be fake, be the same
Bone bone bone bone bone bone bone bone
So tell me what you're gonna do
When there ain't nowhere 2 run
When judgment comes 4 you
(when
these drugs don't make it right, no (oh)
Testify and we gon' slang that iron at the other side
We blow them bitches back to back, ay, whatcha
Old Reilly stole a stallion
But they caught him and they brought him back
And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground
With an iron chain around
it, bitch, if you see me in
I got three different traps and a CPN
Pay the rent, I gotta go through the VPN
I know these niggas ain't wanna see me win
Married men act totally different
When they by themselves, don't they?
You see them with their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's everything
a house party, all night long
Iz u down is my theme song
Take yo thong off, put me on
T-T-Raw, I been a dog, so gone let a nigga bone
'Cause I can tell by
these MCs who bless (Word)
Test these MCs
You know we shine with rhymes all the time
Keep in mind don't test these MCs who bless (Word)
Test these MCs
contours of lesions to see that abolitionists might have cause for grievance
And set us on a course against these unsociable people
The iron and branded
shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down
by liftin' iron by the pound
a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug paraphernalia
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us
Three time felons in shorts with jealous
Buick
At any given moment Shawn could lose it
Be on the news iron cuffs - arms through it
Or stuffed with embalming fluid
Shit, I'm going through it - mom
rules when these iron shots are stoned dun
This heat burn through your flesh, stright to the bones
I reach for the buddha cess and zone
I probably have
Ain't no rules when these iron shots are stoned dun
This heat burn through your flesh, stright to the bones
I reach for the buddha cess and zone
I
of the Academic Center (student’s union) of FATEC-SP (Technology College of São Paulo).
This song is a reverence not only to these three comrades, but to all
a flame dancing on my chain look it's vvs
I don't ever have to fake always keep it real pressure on they neck
Rose gold on my wrist bone made a wish I ain't
aggressive and this lesson won't assume
And now I'm a miss cause I get the gist
My spam streamer up in phase 3
They know what's up with me, only one would hug
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
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