Lyrics:
hand on my Glock
All gas through the dash, I'o'nt plan on stoppin'
Got a mouth full'a gold, shirt off I'm Pac
Still ridin' with my nigga with a thug's
Big energy only the money a friend to me
I got ya girl she caressing me
Sippen the brandy we gone off the Hennessy
Don't bring the smoke all my
Gehörst du einer Elite an einem ehrenwerten
Club von Menschen, von denen es nur ganz
Wenige auf der Welt gibt denn, Kleiner
Dann bist du ein Meister
Der
Yeah DJ Khaled
Mean mug music
Waka Flocka
Ace Hoood
This gon' fuck the streets up
This gon' fuck the club up
Police kick my door in shawty
We run everything
We run the streets, the radio, and the club
All of the above
[Beanie Sigel and R. Kelly]
Yes, yes! (All the above)
Uhh
friends: "That's
Just my baby daddy!" and sadly
Niggas start acting like they
Shit don't stink but wait: you getting cut
Like the wedding cake
The music
I can see my old ho standing by the mile
Away from the do' just looking at me
Her best friend telling her to holla at me
She wanna say something
on the court in Tokyo
Half man, half silverback
Half of my opponent hanging out my mouth
I got an anaconda’s digestive tract
Assassin’s Creed hard when I spit
(gangsta)
S-h-i-t in a white tee (you know)
I am the H-double-O-D
Y'all niggas know me, the big double O.G. (yeah-yeah)
Fuck the police, I used to roll
though she average
Dirty muddy in a cup
45 by my gut
My young nigga in a cut
Taking you out for some Jordans
Let's count this money, no rushin'
I'm
like he spit it
Recite it to his friends who by the way ain't niggas
And say nigga nigga nigga my favorite rapper did it
And non nigga friends got it
TO BE LIKE THIS… (USED TO BE LIKE THIS)
WHEN YOURE WANTED BY POLICE…..
MY PEOPLE MAKE ME HEAR UNO SING AGAIN…….
VERSE 2
NOW THE POLITICIAN SITTING DOWN….
Rollin' in the cut with my guys like a scab
If the plug don't got it all tell his a** come back
I just f*cked on that b*tch and her friend cause she
turnin' shit down but my damn collar
Police pointin' at me, tryna snag me by my damn collar
Gucci Mane ain’t never graduate but I’m a trap scholar
Dog
we gonna make a motion picture
We gonna hit the club and go to VIP
We gonna take Rose all night and sip ?
We gonna toast it up and roll it up just
black, so the trait of my blood cells are sickle
I attract fake friends, I call them fickle
Cut them all off, one by one, little by little
I work
to college
cnd they all proud, she loved to see her mama smiling
Now she gotta brush it off and face the elements
Her ex broke it off intimidated by
phone at night
You sleep in a box with a chainsaw
Lost in Shibuya with Tokyo ghouls
All my friends from graveyard
Baby screams in my phone at night
You
the same
I aint changed
What you take me fo
No I'm not yo bitch
Im not a snitch
But i say fuck you though
All my migo friends
Know me
Llemame Cavito
Aye
went and got the police, you worser than a hoe
Slidin' with strangers, I slide with my folks
Load that shit out like the Rangers we balling y'all broke
traveled in time, I was living on a farm with chickens
I went to my grandparents' house to check in
And they called the police
Because they didn't know who I
gun
Don't catch a hot one soon as he spot one
Westside Connection is a doctrine
This ain't another club song
Or love song that y'all can fuck
it's just magazines sprawled out on the floor
Fuck the media, I'm goin' all out, this is war
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
And I don't wanna be
a day's work
My whole life all I ever thought about was grindin'
Even though my surroundings only showed me crime and violence
That was back when
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