Lyrics:
ride if we don't leave holes
The 12 gauge ting's still breaking bones
Jakes on the ride, I can't make that known
L's on my side, still running down foes
Skepta you're a prick, you're not major
Draw for the 12 gauge or 12 gauger
Sum wung san malai pun yo tai omi ay wung sun
Skepta's a battyman
I will end
shotgun
Gave that bitch molly and a 12 gauge bet that hoe pop one
Ooh I got the ratchets on me
Fuck the couch I'm on the floor with these ratchets homie
gangsta
Everything I do O-4 that's major heart so cold this bitch on glacier
Bitch I'm up next so she eat up the dick then bend over and let a nigga cut
5 dollars I'ma fight for
My sisters only 12 and she's pregnant wit a baby
My brothers goin' ta jail and my momma's going crazy
I'm all by myself,
poppin' dem bottles
By 12 O'clock, we be poppin' dem models
Yeah, Falsetto, the club go crazy like,"OOH! OOH! OOH! Baby!"
Okay, bottle Rozay
Girlie seen
money make a motherfucker bend
If you'd rather me than you die in the end again and again
I made it over to dry land but still wound up sinkin' in
Tucked beneath my waist band
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
With a 50 Cal' on my left shoulder (Boom)
And a 45 on the right one (Bow)
Aim a 12 Gauge at your ugly face
positions till it's hard to bend over
I'm a very special kind, I can't let you shine
These rappers out their mind, don't compare to me combined
Take a look
n****
Off top, n**** 'bout to turn the s***
Bend over h**, show me what you workin' with
Shake ya ass, but watch ya self
Shake ya ass, show me what you
Nigga, I had a hell of a day
But I admit I was in my own way (hell of a day, in my own way)
I admit I had my mama cryin' over me, what else can a nigga
overcame
But I'm the last airbender
I control the wave
It's flexibility on they words
Look how they bend the truth
They don't like to show they true
Colors
smoked
cause lord knows I ain't ready to go
but when my time comes (but when my time comes) and my blood runs
just blaze the blunt and watch over my son
a passion
No matter their smirks, or who I saw laughing
I hit the stage, with the fire to break them out of the cage
Dropping bombs over beats like a 12
of jitts couple of guns right,
just fuckin around fuckin with one right,
12 gauge, we aint know it was loaded,
suddenly it went off and the barrel exploded,
12: Over
Been over, been over this before been over and over been over this before And over, been over this before so over this. Been over this. So
And fuck a coward you need a real nigga
Off top knick-a-boxers hurtin' shit
Bend over ho, show me what you workin' with
Shake ya ass, but watch yourself
And fuck a coward you need a real nigga
Off top knick-a-boxers hurtin' shit
Bend over ho, show me what you workin' with
Shake ya ass, but watch yourself
help you out (woah)
Smiling in your face, you turn your back they talk about you
I've been abused by this cold, cold world
Lord I'm going out I'm
the funk will make me freak
If I should die before I waked
Allow me Lord to rock out naked
Bored by the ordinary time to take a trip
Calling up a little
the funk will make me freak
If I should die before I waked
Allow me Lord to rock out naked
Bored by the ordinary time to take a trip
Calling up a little
of control (A form) is violence and fighting
A product of the system (The system) violence is rising
They rule over us by distracting and dividing
Military
FYB, Rich Gang
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yeah you're all welcome to come in
Look, I go by the name Jermaine Dupri, right (the young boss)
Sauce
wait
Strip ya body then bend it over the dresser aye
Had you shaking the second I lift ya leg up wait
Shorty happy but fuckin me like she fed up
Running
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