Lyrics:
Y'all niggas spend too much
Time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit?
Well you can start
Right before his ass get hit
But when I
on the rickenbock-er
Hold up for a second a need a sip of water [Missy!]
If y'all in need of lessons just sit in observe
Drive by sliming you get hurt in the cudi
While
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
(Clipse)
Exclusive shit
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This
sound on it
Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh, whoa
I just been shinin' in rose gold
We in the street like hobos (wavy)
I'm having boogers,
One squaddy, horrifically burnt in the Falklands War,
Was approached by Prince Charles during a presentation.
"Get well soon" said the Prince,
GOLDEN RING
WITH PAMELA ROSE GADD
Pamela
In a pawn shop in Chicago on a sunny summer day
A couple gazes at the wedding rings
There on display
Porter
Flyin' in the cat SRT so you can't get by
Yeah, now we in the rango
Pull up on them pussy n****s hood we gon' bang, bro
I got the Glock, you know I'm finna
Somebody ring the alarm
Somebody ring the alarm
You better run fore this gun get used off, no doubt
Be +Ludacris+ for you niggaz not to +Roll
Lost from a pure 'n strange taste
Can't even realize the time I waste
Cos you’re dancing in my head
Wrapped in guns and roses
All my blood
Is poisoned by
bastard go and ask Shelly
I get gash by the hour gash by the ferry
Just cause you seen my face on the telly
I be titty sucking n fucking n cocking a legging
bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'm a boss champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by tha case
Brisco line to young nigga what it do
He
why mi love see guy die
Is it di reason why mi wear diamond
And sleep pon a bed name divan
And Guns n Roses a my band
Bwoy come a flip like phone, you
Rock out like the Guns N' Roses
Pop out like the sun where its frozen
Rock out no guitar, wipe ya noses
I got a bitch that play her role
Bad like
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
you just don't care
forget guns n roses
what's the motif
there's tons of moet
and funds to go get
and huns to go get
with hugs to go give
daley told me
flood
To save the lager from the guns and spillage of blood
See the English roses spreadin' through the land, but there's a wag-'n-bietjie thorn in
n****s
Now enter in the ring, gun drawn, makin' moves like pawns
Two at a time, comin' for mine
Like a song, n****, CBS, he can't be serious finesse
He
Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money
And my guns in the sky
And my guns in the sky
Yeah,
Why would you leave somethin' you love here
for me
After you see my G-U-N, a pine box we will see you in
You can't believe it's me again, I B-I-G T-I-M-E
K-I-L-L very W-E-L-L
Go to Hell,
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
the dog in the sandlot
King of the rose Im the n***a with dem lamb chops
Ready to explode like shaking up a can pop
Puffy send a n***a for the cake then
I'm just looking through the peep hole for the whole stash
Tryna turn a cold case into cold cash
Rap talk smack get your ass smacked got guns blow your
a ring around a rose
and watch what you love become ash on the road
Dust it off, walk it out
I won't take your shit anymore
Stronger now than yesterday
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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