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on his way
Tommy gun aim a shooter like Klay
Buying a strap with my Apple Pay
New problem happens it's like Day to day
Opp walk in my crib and That's a No

We stay doing that fly shit, you gettin high just to get by
The bitches going up with us, they get around y'all n start acting shy
I beat it up, she

Yeezy, Jeezy and Tech N9ne
Line by line, translated, transcribed, picked apart
And analyzed
How it begin, end, the pattern within
Unknown language,

Let Go

Glen Campbell

Southern Nights

1977

Moonlight and roses are the goin' thing
Champagne, a little love, and a weddin' ring
But every time she leaves it's gonna break your heart
It's

a bitch about my grip
Bubblegum bubblegum chew it by the pound
Ass super fat, I'm not a square cause I'm around
If you choose to blow it, make sure you

great
After Adam and Eve ate the apple
I evaporated, came back a cadaver
You can't assassinate me
Name: abracadabra
Guns is named Latimer
Got

Black Roses
Black roses for a rats coffin
Sit back, load up your choppers
The fuck you think I was gone talk about nigga
Dear god protect me from these

shooting guns fantasizing
fascinated by gold rope chains
looking back at my hood days
but things aint changed

[chorus]

[Millenium Thug]

In my hood niggaz

consumed by you
You are the apple in my garden of sin
Allow my snake to slither within
Watch the whole world burn down
Watch the whole world burn
 
I don’t

brick (ugh ugh)
Brick by brick (yeah)

Need to sprint to the money can't be jogging
Ain't wasting time my n**** been on it
Enjoying life but a n**** be

Still the Greatest

L-Burna

Thug By Nature

2001

Hook x3 
[Big Chan] 
I'm still the greatest 
I'm pretty 
I'm still the greatest 
[Layzie Bone] 
And I'ma bad man 

[Big Chan] 
Hot child in the city

on this ruger
Gun on my neck so you know I’m a shooter
I’ve gone off them bars b**** you know I stay booted
Bad b**** hit my phone saying let’s make a movie

cause these n**** shooting like photography 
This environment a make you somebody who you don’t wana be but gotta be
Focusing more on the inside cause

Roses are red, violets are blue 
Your ass looks phat and I wanna feel it too
Pardon me miss, don't mean to get you confused
But Could it be that

My song music for Apple Music / iTunes here 

VERSE: 


                 GIMMIE LIGHT GAS ON 
                  
IF IT’S LIT THEN IM BOUT TO BLOW UP

Tell ‘em come fuck wit me
I’m coo (Coo)
I’m no regular dude (dude)
Ima do me lil n**** do you 
Crybaby hatin’ ass n***** boo-hoo

Tell ‘em come fuck

some bad ass swingers
Lookin right at em so what you gonna do when them hips start swingin
They call em gun slingers
(Gun slingers, ... gun slingers)

this young one
Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
Later shootin guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood

thought I'd have an audience
Making music was a stretch for me like an accordion
They thought I would perish during hip-hop's calamity
But instead I rose

Too bad your heart's too frozen
Too hard like Guns N' Roses
Cut me deep, I'm way too open
Like a joint girl I be rolling

Too bad your heart's too

abide by them rules

I'll rather take her to Saks Fifth before I got buy her a rose



Swipe (Swipe)

(Wells) Wells

Pass that guap through zelle 

I'm

Welcome to the town of angels, we're so glad that you've arrived
Forget your guns, put on your halos
The sign read, as she flew by
And everybody

money money money money money
You broke n**** you joke n**** you funny
Got a bad b**** with a phat a** no stomach
And I keep the glizzy with me when i

By the apple of vandals
Are ample, and it's scary
Sands under castles
Shifts then dismantles
Vessels with little trembles, be wary
We borrow