Lyrics:
I show the gang and we highfivin' (gang)
(Offset, uh)
She give me face in the Wraith (face)
This semi, it shoot by the trey (grraow)
off the toaster[02:01.95]Over your head like a baseball and bitch I'm Sammy Sosa[02:04.65]Lose your composure drive right by you no roller
out jus to smoke
Know it keep us right
Stg many times almost lost mind
But not my drive
Gotta bring my mans
Little biddie in the back
Heard she gotta
bodies two by two, ha
Time to head home, baby, what that sex 'bout? (Okay)
Have your head on, baby, lose that cell phone (Okay)
We fuck to fly, she let
imma lose it
I did not shoot the deputy
So please don't make me do it
Keep on killin' us
Imma grab the tooly, and just say screw it
Whoa, please don't
If I never felt love, it would never be the same If I start to fall back down, that'd be okay
And I need you right by my side Would you wanna be my
call me back
Got that shit on my seats
Swallow all of that
It was me by myself
I had on the black
With a switch on that bitch
Call me Sargent Smack
We be
this is drill
And it's by Cash so I came to kill
Okay I lied it is by Trey
Rock wit some crips shout out to the treys
I do not care what set you bang if
priority
But when I walk into a room I lose security
I play the memory game
Damn I think just forgot my name
I almost got that job
I almost called my mom
I
From that Famine and disease
Can't attract no bad decision
Can't be blinded by deciet f
Awww can't nobody tell me Nothing
I went down them roads
Driving
music play it in the coupes,
Rick Rose and Trey so stupid
Tryna find ya girl but I prolly made her lose it,
Body so tight and I know she get
life
Have you ever thought about death
No in fact I almost feel good at the approach of death
A pity it's only a dream
In college
So Breathe
This mother
don't let me lose my mind
Trouble on my left, trouble on my right
I've been facing trouble almost all my life
My sweet love, won't you pull me
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it C known, nigga
to the beat
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street
Eastside LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just, slip
don't let me lose my mind
Trouble on my left, trouble on my right
I've been facing trouble almost all my life
My sweet love, won't you pull me
half, known as the other trey
Tourin' to wild screams, the Third Son's born
Swarm to the lyrics 'cause Serch is your father
Screaming "Hey Ladies," why
the arguments
So I’m not over it
You know I never meant to bring you down
I know it’s almost over
And you pretend to lose yourself again
Even if you pull me
the same, yeah.
(like we got nothing to lose)
I can tell by the way that you're rollin you're eyes
You get a lot of attention, probably fed up by guys.
And I
the truth to B.J. and Trey, I won't lead 'em astray
Together we can keep it better, super separate, we can't
I invested in Hank, coat closet, my mama's
and jump out the window
Somebody better child-proof it
'Cause if I lose it we can rewind to some old Ja Rule shit
And I can remind motherfuckers how I do
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, let's go
Go, go, let's get it
It's after hours, I stay working off a perk up in the stu
Foenem peep the opps, I'm clutching,
hoes, I'm touring state to state (state to state)
Laying by the pool, your girlfriend feeding me grapes (feeding me grapes)
Gotta keep it on me, I got
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