Lyrics:
not be mistaken by hating 'cause one thing I'm not is a
Player
Why do you think that we walked in the room?
I'm not asking you because I assumed that
Cos I'll run man down in my filas
Get my chest rubbed by bad skets n strippers no killers
Just for the love of music don't ask around bruv just do it
Heartbreak
Make my heart ache
Rock my world like an earthquake make the room shake
No mistake all these bitches fake
Fuck them
I don't know how
Unknown
Unknown shadow
Lights out when I yell loud
It's my Shadow that could shoot down
Big doubt dining room clown
It's my Shadow that could shoot
I'm surrounded by killers
Fuck em they ain't tryna feel us
Baby I run with gorillas
Baby I run with them shottas
Nowadays gotta watch who ya partners
other rooms
And you will go
To other places.
Then the wedding,
Then the woman passed out
In the driver's seat
At the order board at White Castle.
ain't that shit by now I'm soon to be
When I choke hold mics I
Don't give'em room to breathe
I'm just doing me
But girl if you're fine I'll do you free
By
She get it in deuce
By seduce
Whip that 45
Got 'em in the ride (woah)
I been at it at it, continue, resume
Cooped up in the room, fill it up with
ten, so I rarely give good advice
(I was by myself last night)
I got a room that's on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount
room for you
Decline the good for numbers
Leave gardens unencumbered
Far fewer than two by two
But there's still no room for you
The white fear
Speaks
for them today
Cuz once class ends
I'll be camping out by my locker
At the end of the F wing
Patiently Waiting to shoot every Kid
In the head
As soon
her
Walking by young Billie Jean but she white (White)
Make this right ask her in front her then she might (Might)
First date in her living room all
drugs
I want white girl white coke
Skiing down a dark slope
Imma pop a bottle
Headed to Colorado
Imma bout to take you to my room
Hold up who are you
Hold
hit 'cho liver
End of discussion, it's nothing, I eat you pussies for dinner
I got no time, for fake one, killers on the west side, with them real
the dealers and killers, cut-throated thugs are gorillas
Got my haters to feel us and recognize who the trillest
I got my mind on my paper it's time for
From Las Vegas to Delaware on down to there
I'm a thousandaire
Mackin' bitches, draggin' em down the strip juss' by they hair
Like "Oh dear!"
Where
face
That's the time, you know the place
Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass
Detects in effect, cold doggin' my ass
"What's your date of birth?",
Need more girls in the rave that's true
Bag plus gal that equals room
She smiled when I made it two
(She smiled when her friend came through)
Nuff
Stepping on the gas cause you know I'm
Senti at the exit when you pass by
I know you'll move on to a next guy
Now you act like I'm some type of enemy
I'm
want facts from me?
Ain't no turning your back on me
All my drillers and killers, they run with gorillas my nigga
That's facts on me, but they don't want
the bullets fly
In my Hummer truck, bullets coming through my car door
I had contract killers staying at my condo
Got a hole in your folk just to show I
slingin' this white shit
S.S., Monte Carlo's, hard-tops, we love that shit
'Bout two-hundred thugs with this clique
We multiply everyday for the bullshit
"she's the purest"
Saw a white girl
Snorting white girl
Off a pink titty
In the back room
By the bathroom
With a rolled 50
She licks it up
She
man)
I think you've lost the tune
cgain you clear the room
Relax you freak
You're not on TV
Passed by the bicycle
Passed by the bicycle girls
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