Lyrics:
with you
You know that I can't give up
I'm still in love with you
Still in love wit' ya
I'm so in love wit' ya
Still in love wit' ya
I'm so
This is Showtime at the Gallows
Rip The Jacker
Yo, I dialogue wit Amen-Ra 'til he gives me the nod
Or replaces me wit a supercomputer automaton
even got wit me for, huh
(tell me what the hell you even got wit fo)
No matter how we fall you always show
That you ain't never ever let her go
Tell
certain)
I'm in my Birkin (I'm in my Birkin)
These niggas clowns belong in a circus (look)
Wavin' the pole like a phone wit no service (brrt)
Opp nigga
what it really feel like when you roll wit me
Cause you know you a bad thang
As you lay back in my fast car wit yo bag safe
Had them pants gave me
wit a flow, when you get home I'm fixin' gang tatoos
Forget stress, yes I'll accept the charges
Armed wit curse words and verses to get the guards
a movie you a bad actor
Shooter wit' me Ion gotta get back crackin'
I ain't goin' back and forth wit these wack rappers (Wheezy outta there)
I'm
or wrong
Still out ’ere waving wands (Yes!)
Tre-Deuce, 4-4 Long (Long)
Shotti make's too much mess (Mess)
I was in da trap wit too much to lug
I swear I had
and taste it)
I be ridin' wit' some crips, wit' some dangerous niggas (Wit' some dangerous)
I be ridin' wit' my thugs and we all famous nigga (And we all
problems wit' 1-9 and wit' me it's on sight
Catch a nigga in that whip, draw down on him
Caught him lackin' wit that bitch, she went down for him
'Cause
of your jeep
when you travel indeed
we bringin it back to the streets
baby
we finna give it to ya
IT'S SLYYYY BOOGY!
the main man wit the masterplan
I
to drive over in yo new whip, bring some friends you cool wit
I'ma bring the cool whip, then I want you to strip
See you is my new chick, so we get our
"and I feel if you do holla a bitch like that or or wut is it
You feel me and that bitch respond cookies"
"'cause a pimp gon pimp period even wit his
[Chorus]
Jesus is in the house
My Lord is in the house
We be the ones that be comin out, strong
Never comin wrong, never comin weak
Wit Jesus
dollars
Same steez-aline, now wit out the popping collars
Everything bubbled out
Dash board, pull it out
Girls in the backseat running they mouth
better.
No one's gonna lace you, like I do
I get around babe, I'm a straight gamer.
Verse 1 *(Black C)*
Chapter one
I'm blowin up the scene wit my gun
up the holes, the blood is gushing a lot
Put on my brass knuckles, hit you wit a jab or two
Now I'm sent to stab a dude, turn him into magget food
Teach em' a lesson, I back out the ruler
(Grrt, bow)
Got a lightskin bitch, she a cougar
(Grrah grrah)
Ain't no lackin', I stay wit' my Rooga
Bitch (Grrah
In the jungle wit gorillas for real
Murderers, gun grippers
Drug dealers for real
In the jungle wit gorillas for real
In the jungle wit gorillas for
Gotta can with an 8th in it
Pockets deep wit some cake in it
Say u gone smoke but u ain't
Cuz you can't hit it
And if you lit then it's
Prolly cuz
(Chorus)
If I tell you I love you I meant it
If I say I don’t trust you , you finished
Think it’s better to keep this shit business
Ion fuck wit
You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most
So I think it's time (so I think it's time)
is 4 ma homies n da thugs
1 million in da truck
N da crome full of sluts
(fullii automatic)
You fukin foniees you get plugged(boom)
Wit ma ____
much beng beng
Show some love a-town
Beng beng
Inna Spanish town
Beng beng
Inna grillage town
An' ah dun ah juvenile wit' no town
Too much beng
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