Lyrics:
I miss Keenan, Skills, Miss KD….
I miss London CY I Miss JB
Boys in the hood we lost to the Gun Play
Cant Forget my nigga Poobie And Robvae
Wish
need a poo
Pull up with a star, and I got stars in the ceilin', too
7K a month on the rent, you should see the view
I wish Billy could see it too,
spitting, sinning with different women I need the crown
Know you hear me now
Dawg I'm chiefing off that raw, kushy odor, I'm the billy G.O.A.T.
More like
laughing
I'ma really gun niggas down
I been making shit grrt, pow pow
No drive by
On my momma, hopped out
How you say that's your bro? You ain't even slide
the hood, we are chased by the billy
I got on my grind they'll callin' me ILLY
I don't fuck with these niggas they said that am silly
Top on the roof smoke
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer do you remember?
Do you remember when we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block had a bunch
week I told 'em they run done
My legacy could never be undone
I'm a prodigy, R.I.P Thun-Thun
Got these bitches shook, they shocked, no stun-gun
I'm
for the day he got smoked
Choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt
And I'm out for nine nickel (INS
for the day he got smoked
Choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt
And I'm out for nine nickel (INS
around, got it done, need a gun, where's the sun
Ain't no fucking Rap God step aside Eminem, you fucking suck
(Help, help, help me)
Skating down State
to the south
There was Billy there was Brendan, there's Corey and Chad
Yeah they faught for good but were branded bad
By that same damn sheriff yeah they met him
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
reason to be gum
Living by the gun down in a slum
Stake your claim blow by blow
Saw my pals go flying through the window
Li-li-lion, lion's in
reason to be gum
Living by the gun down in a slum
Stake your claim blow by blow
Saw my pals go flying through the window
Li-li-lion, lion's in
Ahh scratch Mixed it
Oye na na na na na na (Don)
Midas, I got the righties
She comes gimme mighty
Lil Rexxie, on this one!
Honezly, honezly, speakin
a mop, you ain't never been dumb in yo life
Got betrayed by some niggas I trusted
When it's snake in your circle , it come with a price
Know that we
death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
Cadillac on dics adn vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies
It's the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
Stank, stank means you got the funkiest,
Dis ain't no Netflix and chill baby
Money on me
I get money
Keep it or leave it
Billy Jean... Michael Jackson
She want me to beat it
They didn't
told them I'm a free smoker
Aye, I can be the hero if you wanna
Play me by the cards than Imma be the Heath Joker
Bad villain with his team, with a gun
as ice
Man, God told me I'm holy I got a job to do
So I put on a suit and shot a prostitute
Gun named Sam (Sam) , four four caliber
Blew a hole in her can,
the hell you think you fucking with I'm a big dog like Clifford is
Got one in the clip, gun on my hip like that was my bitch
And if I'm I'm in game I'm never
out his Billy ass club
Tearin' up my coupe lookin' for the chronic
Goddamn nobody got a Panasonic
Found an empty can of old gold
Came around
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