Lyrics:
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two
Where my Soldiers at
All my Soldiers stand up we ready
All my Soldiers hands up they heavy
We repping Puna, Puna, Puna
We repping Puna, Puna, Puna
This
Where my Soldiers at
All my Soldiers stand up we ready
All my Soldiers hands up they heavy
We repping Puna, Puna, Puna
We repping Puna, Puna, Puna
This
Where my Soldiers at
All my Soldiers stand up we ready
All my Soldiers hands up they heavy
We repping Puna, Puna, Puna
We repping Puna, Puna, Puna
This
macqueen for my dream
Said my man got 10 on his back
Moving so Messi How I open theses packs (that's fifa)
Said I don't want your girl (you can keep her)
mind, know where that go
So I'm steady keeping time as i rap slow
While everybody seems to talk out their asshole
I just walk by with my hat low
People
action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matos, used to call me
shock
V20
McKinley now dead
I do my duty
As the Country’s head
V 21
“Do right by the people,""
My motto my creed,
My hope for all
They shall succeed
V
a stop
But I'm sad to say, I'm on my way
Won't be back for many a day
My heart is down, my head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston
how a nigga fukin
Ask my old girl
And I know you get distracted
By this pole girl
Yea this dick change ya life
It took yo soul girl
You releave all
this world
I'm a-going to leave this country
For the sake of one little girl
Well, she told me that she loved me
And it give my poor heart grief
Now
saying
Where my Soldiers at
All my Soldiers stand up we ready
All my Soldiers hands up they heavy
We repping Puna, Puna, Puna
We repping Puna, Puna, Puna
I feed my hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend. Now Come On!
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor
Hey Girl
instrumental
So this song is dedicated to the ones I love the most
A glass of lyrical champagne with which I propose a toast
To all my lost loves who now seem
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
from boredom in my forehead
My cousin in Serbia said there's more dead
And there's even more dead livin' upstate
Middletown New York where young girls
so proud to call you my girl my girl
My girl my girl
Yeah and I´m so proud to call you my girl
You wrote time i´ll be there by your side
Girl, I´m
kid I always used to play on that fuckin kindle
(damn man hold awn)
Special?
Still fucked it up w the instrumental
Had this one girl really hard
With your permission, I'll put my keys deep
In your ignition, 'cause girl I need
Need to go fishing, for your heart
So baby girl tell me, where do I
head in the clouds
Clouds in my head
Got my head in the clouds
Walking on a cloud
Hey
How could you let this opportunity pass you by, pass you by, oh
every way
The kinda girl that makes you say,
"I hope she comes my way"
Well I'm lookin' for a girl who virtuous
Cause God laid it on my heart
little girl
Trouble (trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble) is my middle name
I'm just a born wanderer driftin' by one day
Each place that I've been,
I'ma tell you one time (girl I love, girl I love you)
You look so deep
You know that it humbles me
You're by my side and what troubles them don't
I'ma tell you one time (girl I love, girl I love you)
You look so deep
You know that it humbles me
You're by my side and what troubles them don't
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