Lyrics:
this one for my thugs
Hey yo, niggas want to drive by the hood and dump
Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk
Foot on the floor,
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
breath and let it go, I'm unstoppable, I know
Don't need no opinions to change me, cuz I'm a superstar to me
I'm told by my friends to never give up,
ambulances, by the wheelchair
Dangerous action, I'm the movie, I'm the main attraction
Fuck up your front lawn with m&m's, jiffy popcorn
Piss in your
the raincoat
Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude
The label cut the check, run the bag by me
Move all the hate so I can see
Neck on froze, that's zero degrees
Reached all my goals, I'ma have
I don't give
mathematician, lately it's cash I'm gettin'
Got me losin' count of these bags, I've been movin' too fast
Hard times don't last, 'member when cops harrassed
the world)
I'm represented by Fetti, I'm so hardcore
Feet to the floor, on one accord
Kick open the door, not knowing the score
I'm tatted and matted,
The old fat robin sticks his beak into the ground
With the brain the size of an eraser
Kitty runs by causes the robin, she does floppin'
Soon
Bust your head for free, yeah yeah yeah
You ain't touching me, no no no
Since you wanna fuck, wit the bags
Shoot-'em up until he overdose
Bust your
want to be the man
In your head like your favorite brand
In my head in my head in my head what
In my head in my head in my head what
In my head in my
want to be the man
In your head like your favorite brand
In my head in my head in my head what
In my head in my head in my head what
In my head in
you ain't gang you gotta go home
I see hating niggas straight through the peephole
Aight I'm 'bout to get disrespectful
Blue faces on me by the bag full
got a bag (Got a bag)
I used to be on the corner, pushing packs
(YEA)
Now every time you see me I'm throwing stacks
(Racks) in the strip clubs, poppin'
me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my
the butterfly doors
Try to play with my top we on his head like a fedora
We walk around with the bag no Diego & Dora
I got too many racks for me to count it
First
psychotic, when possess by bodies
Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts
And touch everything inside you from
My head to my nuts
You got me sweatin' like
worry bout yours you can't see me
You Mad? You Mad
You Mad? You Mad
You Mad? You Mad
You Mad Well Little Bitch Get In Ya Bag
Ya Bag Ya Bag
Ya Bag Ya Bag
Yea
Meco Velez
Im going fast, Check the speed
Im superstar and my money green
Im going fast, Check the speed
Boss up, What do you mean
Im going fast,
I’m on the run, I ain’t your son, I’m a bigger dog
With a bigger gat, you want a bigger sack?
I got a body bag
You want a bigger sack?
I got the body
to earn a couple of quid, I’m just a hedonist,
Searching for my head in this, making my own beats cause I’m a, producer and prolific self-abuser, smoking
yourself, man
You don't got nobody out there with you
I gots to show you man, get up in there move that head, man
Come on to me man, but when you come man
yourself, man
You don't got nobody out there with you
I gots to show you man, get up in there move that head, man
Come on to me man, but when you come man
ya rap awards
Commercial cats fuckin up the game, that's why I crash boards
Break laws, wired jaw, keep on tryin yours
Hardcore, something that my
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