Lyrics:
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
Better hope they help your ass out on the same day
But never that, I got the shakes so I need that
Son call me stressed out I just be that
But when it
12 gauge sonic enuh
Brain gone Weh Di gravity go
me see breakfast when u mumma vomit it up
IG close friends weh me post di picture
bare people a say me
The distance we have is spinning me round
I’m pinching myself come wake me up now love
I had a dream I saw you
With another man right by you
I ain’t really
know you gon make it
And I been feeling it a lot can't shake it
I can't lie I don't want the stress that come with being famous
I'm just glad I got
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open doors Industry does, you know I do it like John fucking
Claude Do it raw, doing it raw, round of applause
Round of applause, I'm smoking from
12, it's a mile run (12)
Act in my pimp cup feel like Don Juan
Never forget where you came from (no!)
Preach to these niggas like Farrakhan (preach)
seen stranger danger
Young niggas out here still walkin' 'round
Shameless, shameless
Yup, still pullin' out gauges
These streets outrageous
Y'all
Ain't Catching No Case
Round Here's Never Been Safe See A Opp And We Slap It Off Straight
24 Ni**a I'm Trappy And If You Get Trappy Then Ni**a You Know
It's 12:00 at 12:00 at night yeah
Yeah
All the views
All the views all around
Cruising round and round
Underground
Can't believe just how the time passed
every crime known through the equator
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my 'gators
My weed'll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge
get ya buss on
Let 'em feel the round
Or hear the sound
Of the twelve gauge eruption
Destruction we've made
Now the peelin' is through and we got
stay seated in 1v1
Mmm
Mmm
What have you done
Left with your chick
Guts all sprung
12 Gauge shotty
Son of a gun
Don't run the race
Already won
Told you
Fake watch buster can’t bust me
I ain’t working that move
Cuffing these bitches, I ain’t
Loving these bitches, you do it
Riding round the city, no
like we used to, (Ay)
Go rounds like we used to,
Round after round after round
Look and I mean it,
Every pronoun, every verb, girl I mean it,
I’ve
company
He tired of you he want a piece of luxury
Boy don't play you betta choke me
When you fucking me
Gon gimme every inch
Please don't play wit it
Round
nigga
Grab your burners it's time to go to war
I give the niggas the whole fucking clip
Every motherfucking round in this motherfucker you can get
that ass go round
Can you teach her, how do you do that who-oa
Go and teach her, how do you do that
A-who-oa
Okay, class just started, don't end it now
at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
Live by the code, die by the code (it's still west side though)
Never been a hoe,
the way she shake it
Ay, ay, I can't take it
Ay, ay, the way she take it
Ay, ay, I can't shake it
[U-God:]
Yo, ever ready wordplay, conscious survey
get down
To the moonlight
Shake it, baby; shake it, baby
To the sunlight
Now bounce for me, baby; bounce-bounce for me, baby
To the moonight
I
a body
I be too damn high to even give a fuk
Do it by ma solo so a Cody won't give me up
Must've broke the cup the way the glass got cut
I know a girl
design stealing a soul so divine
12 Gauge barrel fucking jam it in your eye don’t fret don’t cry everybody gonna die Earthquake in your chest heart running
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