Lyrics:
murdered by luis
No cap got no powers i admit you are skilled
But shit is devastating
When somebody gets killed
Coming outta nowhere and attack you
People
when I bleed
I just lick the wound
No, you not a G, you got it misconstrued
You all on IG, lying to get views
You got these little kids dying
Trying
next!
This n***as all rap,
This n**as need to more rap,
This n**as need to go catch,
Coz' we running off snacks,
Bi***es all twerk,
Coz' I slap em with
tongue
But never the cat got my tongue my nigga (Say dat then)
So I could knock your dome off your neck
Get your whole right eye socket broke with a left
Riding on the seadoo going round and round
Maybe we'll fall off but we'll never drown
Hoping to get lit with my man Aymock
Downing all these drinks you
with no signs
Like a pork with no pine
Porcupine
Got the quills
Notaries stampin' the wills
To inherit the thrills left
Behind by the killed
Finally got
bigger than Godzilla's back, nigga
You are not real and in fact, you'll feel the effect
Of a crack dealer, y'all president sends me smack
And got a Mack
bigger than Godzilla's back, nigga
You are not real and in fact, you'll feel the effect
Of a crack dealer, y'all president sends me smack
And got a Mack
isolate, isolate, isolate, isolate, isolate
I got flows for days it's a buffet I got bush inside my spliffy not talking Kate
I was frigid at a party I had
trouble much
Seen her on the block playing hop scotch and double dutch
She ain't never hurt nobody, well mannered
Too precious, too young to be taken off
action
Barely spaghetti jewels, machetes for y'all
Little Debbie say "I bet he do"
Big bellies to big tellies, Jim Kelly's, we flip Shelly's
It's Lils,
is by the brick here
Like fuck a good day, this a good year
Every day get paid, straight hustle
Club full of bad bitches, want all of em
Never
Tread in that shallow water
Before you drown in that deep end
Now a days ain't nobody solid
Everybody nervous
Ones we care about
Acting like they don't
(Gucci)
I hit a birthday party fresh, you and ya homeboy Tip
I know y'all seen me over there with that black four-fifth
I bought a Bentley Mulsanne, it
(Gucci)
I hit a birthday party fresh, you and ya homeboy Tip
I know y'all seen me over there with that black four-fifth
I bought a Bentley Mulsanne, it
of Pravda
You got the secret sauce, I'm finna get a taste
You got it all, yeah and everything I can't replace
Fell in love with you the moment that we met
body tight
And if you don't tell nobody like
We'll have our own body party tonight
Money type, money type
That's that shit that I like
Cause true love
that
Uh
I got a naughty little hottie with A body all up on me
She asks me what I'm doing after The party
You probably
Some people call me cocky
But it's
of stale reunion bread
And got killed by one of her seven Siamese cats.
Never did want an American short-hais 'cause they've got bones to pick.
All
them niggas
Do your dirt all by your lonely
Same shooter turned witness
Never show the folks the cash
Never show no folks the stash
Respect a man if
(Neighborhood)
Heard the block is hot they want my top and I still came (For Real)
Still work that corner, My circle smaller cause Abel got killed by Cain
I lost
all good though, cause Jesus trumps the president
So more than ever, I'm trying to rep the Lord who bled
And we ain't never gonna stop, word to Corey
You're gonna to be sitting there on your little machine
Trying to look and keep it clean and
You're going to be home playing bingo all night all alone
As we slowly lose all our hair
Nobody gives a damn or seems to care
It's all about deciding which wig to wear
We're losing it, we're losing it, we
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