Lyrics:
Well, I ain't had nothing to drink
I knew that's probably what you think
I dropped by this time of night
Remember way back when
I promised you I'd
No I ain't had nothing to drink
I knew that's probably what you'd think
If I stopped by this time of night
Remember way back when
I promised you I'd
goons to Columbian Mike
Before you knew it, they was doing hits for Columbian Mike
But then, Columbian Mike told Boog one night
He ain't care where
throwing oil where they praise
The devil wanna stop he annoyed by the name
But I ain't tripping bout it I'm a sport for the claim
I knew I'd be too high.
address it I got to
This the 3rd project and so by now you gon feel this motherfucking effect
You know I been I been going through the shit and I had
who is down to kill
Old school like a Buick Bonneville
Suicide, do a lot of pills
You ain't got to kill
Beef is easy to me bitch
Guns, grams, get 'em,
to see
It ain't a place for me
They try to kill us all
The devil's in the hall
The devil wrote the law
With our blood on the claw
Ain't no hide or run
You
Player hatin' ass motherfuckers man fuck that
Man put that shit out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no motherfuckin' weed in court
(Man fuck
cloudy
A reason has no logic
What the fuck you think I'm here for you always got an option
So now what we going to do
We gone turn him in
There noy going
why you paying her bills
Got a baddie outside she don't know Dr. Phil
Big 4times how I po up a scill
Chasing my dreams I ain't sign to Meek Mill
Nah
where I'm coming from
The south side
Got my head on swivels and levels
It's getting complex I wish it was simple getting courted by devils
You been
Got a keep it real
When you playing in the field
After dollar bills
Just tryna pay bill
I'm remember times
When you niggaz wasn't here
Didn't have
When you in the trenches quit talking so loud
The Winning Team thinking we losing we firing
Not one opponent survive
We was in Aruba by the time cops
up
I wanna see you shake it in my face
Spin then go up
I need ya
I need ya
I need ya ta light that soldier
Ain't tryna pass classes don't catch me
ItsOTHentic
Let's go! I gotta get it so I gotta get up and I gotta roll
Let's go! Ain't got no time to explain, I gotta run to the bank
Let's go!
Welcome to Armageddon
All my armor heavy
All my stones are level
God around you he don't harm the devil
Now you all in trouble
Hope you brought a shovel
You
"And the devil, taking him up into an high mountain,
shewed unto him all the kingdoms of the world in a moment of time.
And the devil said unto
want in the ghetto
And please, gutter for the drive-by
Sucka motherfuckers fly by
But why try, to test this three five seven
I know you wouldn't have
want in the ghetto
And please, gutter for the drive-by
Sucka motherfuckers fly by
But why try, to test this three five seven
I know you wouldn't have
through
He's got a lot but it's not for sale if he don't know you
Won't tell no tall tales
He's got hell hounds hot on his trail
But he ain't sweating cuz
mama cried
Now he's another victim from
A lyrical homicide
My goons more protected then the
Whip that Obama rides through DC
Ain't no time for faking
The first thing I ever noticed on you was your ass/
I ain’t in to wasting time I know I come on fast/
I ain’t these other niggas/
Can I get your
on their personal time
Conflict with business can hurt down the line
It's something that you ain't have nothing to do with
Your man conversation end up
the block is hot
Tell these boys the block is hot, hot, hot
Got some on my chains if you need some ice, ice, ice yeah
Back of the line if you ain't my type,
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