Lyrics:
We comin' with them thangs, and we ready to ride
(Where they at? Let's get 'em!)
Are you ready to die (live or die, live or die, live or die)
Sipping liquor, drinking beer
Oh you still smoking
But double minded for real trying
To act like you thug
You supposed to be a new man
Not the man that you
it’s in my fist,
I hope I’m never wrong,
I hope I’m living right,
I hope I made you proud,
I hope we still be tight,
I hope I live to see,
That all I
on the shoulders of twenty thousand fiends
Every time a nigga wanna try and turn a profit
Folks rush in, three letters try and stop it
F B I R S D E A
One letter
bullshit can't rap this elegant
Staring at the roster I see a super team
ROTC, Double F & RTG
Up in the spots looking like the justice league
On the dark
guy number 1
E to the S to the P to the N
Is all I watch cause I'm the man
If my team loses I'll be mean all night
If you tell me to relax we'll get
see the D-O-Double-G
And you can't see the D-R to the E
Or my motherfuckin' homie D.O.C.
You know you can't fuck with my motherfucking DJ
That's my
see the D-O-Double-G
And you can't see the D-R to the E
Or my motherfuckin' homie D.O.C.
You know you can't fuck with my motherfucking DJ
That's my
it's impossible see
I'm like Harley Quinn, you jokers are important to me
They chuckle at my W's, but I double back with brass knuckles
Might shed
creeper/
She remember when I meet her/
By a bar on Ariapita/
So she dash in meh dm’s like a hundred meter/
She say you’s tha man who could do it right/
We
the trends that the whole world follow
Fuck a CD, fuck a tape, we should sell this shit in bottles
Are you a role model?
Not, ca tash'll steal yo' beat box
I
to the A to the why
To the Z to the I to the E
And steppin' with Layzie Bone
Also the be -I-double Z's up in the house
So come prepared
I ain't talkin' with rides
it, B.I.G. Sean Don, nigga
But you found it motherfucker
I'm, in, that no-smoke sec rolling motherfucking ounces
Marijuana mountains, drinks you
(T,T,T)
T fuckin' Sheyo Forever Starrish I am gonna defo blow this year
You are some dusty yutes, listen
(Pussiyo!)
These yutes can’t chat to my
attended P.S. thirty-three.
A you're adorable, B you're so beautiful
C you're a cutie full of charms
D you're a darling and E you're exciting
F you
to pull up take the other way
Popped up their whole gang but that's just the street way
So up double chopped up chop suey in the E-Lane
Your b*tch kinda
limbs
Act like you got no brain
And you ain’t got no
Shame and say so what I am getting dough
But you’re pawns in a game
They are laughing at the little
usually get?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Usually, people are... are pretty much in agreement with what I'm saying.
Interviewer: We overheard you
double douching with cleats though
You may not know me now
I'm the history in your hoes phone
Basically you never heard of me
This my surgery
Ima dissect
be rich
No, I'm not happy, I was born back in March Madness
Shawty bad, yeah she the fattest
Matter fact, she look fantastic
New Double R, can't
or something
He talk like he needs to meet oprah or something
I say what I say by the way I be moving
You act like I need to be vocal or something
I can't be
the process of presidents
I'm a tnt and m-o-be
Mr. f-I-e-n to the d
Be-a double d-s to the t
? ? ? the barrel is chrome
Cause your ass ain't makin it home
We
that feelin got that feelin
Tonight we're on a mad one
Friday comes alive when you're there by side
I'll take you for that ride honey yeah
Tonight we're
pray at the altar
Less you gettin stung by my
Zanpakuto
I suggest that you start running
Cause otherwise I be gunning
You better respect
Cause in two
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