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but they dragged him by his arm
They took him upstairs
His mum was tied up in the flat to a chair
Soon as he saw, man he rushes over there
I swear
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
attention and some reefer
She like when I go deeper
Cause that's what she prefer
She said she wanna do somethin' for me
Bought some Rosè and roses by
'cause I'm blinded by the Son
Okay, bred from the 6, I'm Jordan with the brand, son
Hail from the L.I., 3-1 after 6, son
Dodge a Tech N9ne like everybody
be worth cuz I need a
Ride or die to be by my side
Said she asking for a love song
Yh she just wana feel like she loved
Give her roses cuz she been
know I got to work it
N if I work it know a nigga workin'
Cuz dad tired and mama's hurtin
They just need Henny to turn it up
I need a bad bitch to burn
why mi love see guy die
Is it di reason why mi wear diamond
And sleep pon a bed name divan
And Guns n Roses a my band
Bwoy come a flip like phone, you
le bas
Car chez nous on n'sait pas plié, on n'sait pas plié, on n'sait pas plié
Bad girl, bad girl, qui tu es?
Pour bouger ton boule à côté d'un
legends
27 candles 21 gun salute
27 candles and
I'm still as statues
I've got an obsession with death
Well who doesn't it?
Mine is more about
Keeping
Boy picture me com'n shining my motherfuckin' ass off
Nigga I'm com'n in a Ram on 19's
I don't want for nothin' livin' the million dollar dream
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
Thru da good, n thru da bad
N let me tell ya, it get real real bad
Praise God. Praise God
Praise God, Hallelujah, Praise God
I ain't ever scared. I
(Aye)
Halos in the clip (Aye)
Came up on a bag
Popping these tags
In the new jag
Woah, Don't want to brag but you know my bi***es is bad
Lil N***a Im up
don't need no gun
But it's the 90's and n****s don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't wanna get caught up in
HighGrade yea we get it by di pong
17 wit di fkin pan drum
Gyal seh she nah wah no condom
Seh she wah shot ina she hole from gunman
Gyal money weed an gun
I Lit up the loud then I rolled me up another one
Pull up on da plug; if he don't pick up reach him at his other number
I fell out wit a bad bitch n
baby like the last s***,
A big car and a bad b****
Uh, I'm so fly I need my a** kicked,
These n****s ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em'
was just down bad on our dick
I remember me n bro was out dea feinin for a lick
Okay den , a nigga play dats it
Oh he got a gun he don't put it to work
Press then eject, left with a sket
Audermars Roleys, wet the Patek
This gun is my trophy, excellent skeng
Up close and personal
Spray it like it's
S’resserre un jaune, complètement pété
Tout s’aggrave
Le malheur s’étend, son cœur devient rigidité
Princesse n’a que 7ans mais s’est
Fait volé sa virginité
Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna
And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama
This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen
gonna
Him hear rounds from a Calico gun cocks
I was returnin' the favor
Why we even comparin' namе to name?
I been surpassed his and then somе
Who y'all
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