Lyrics:
going insane
As the zombies attack and try to eat their brains
Evil domain no time to explain
Billy's got a lighter but no butane
And Rebecca's got
since '81
And I got opps looking down the barrel
I'm rollin' it's all games and fun
First fire balls, I'm bringing peril
Don't live by Rools here
But
Queen
Only on them C's if it's breeze, Red Ruby Da Sleeze
Chinese on my sleeve, these wannabe Chun-Lis
Anyway, nǐ hǎo (nǐ hǎo)
Who the fuck
and Billy fishing by the old oak tree
Told them both to wait for you, you had to go pee
Then you snuck up from behind, and you shot him in the head
But you
the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in
Your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron
That's somethin niggas can't pardon
City overrun by young gun
in
Your camouflaging
Now you snitching on the squadron
That's something niggas can't pardon
City overrun by young gun with bad
Intention and Wu Wear
the scene with a
Clip full of hollows, Put a hole in his tee
He got soul 'til his face by
The soles of my feet
Don't get stepped on (Don't get stepped on)
I
begging yo
Shoot my shot I swish if I miss shoot another
Posted on her private snap sucking on my big toe
She be texting
Pick me up, hit my line I'm home
Every day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black
One day I
on your own
Oh, yeah, oh, Miss Alinda, where you at?
I need your help, I got some demons by my bed
Oh, Miss Alinda
Tell me how to beat the system
Oh, Miss
tomorrow
I know my bitch she miss her momma cause she in Nevada
Jump in the raft
Time dont wait so we dont wait
Say my grace
Guns to face, I miss brother
Cuz billy that goat and billy bad though
Oh man I kick it like a soda can
U can spare me the Gutta talk bowlin and
I'm eating got my bowl in hand
why I'm in this
But I'm the kind of nigga thats gon handle my business!
Fuck the fake friendships and the second chances
I got love for true soldiers,
many stitches you should know
My gun's my only homie that's it though
Seven days a week and up I grow
Life is real bitch you got to know
Watching your
of people that will not miss- he did not say that
Onions
Over there's a fan, my name is Dan
Doesn't matter
To me!
The ground, it looks like a mound
I got
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised
Hahaha killer season
Jesus piece check
Guardian angel check
I could go with the red white and the blues but it like fuck I don't know what shoes
Got
them youngins hit it
I got bitches throwin' up Billy, Blood
I got problems, really, I piss out red inside the tub
Choppin' it
Run her a song, she
Yo, y'all miss me?
I doubt that, but I'm itchin to spit me
Some frisky words to pimp my grit D
Ain't hookin' for a new beat, just wanna lay out my
accident murderer
You just an accident murderer
Yo, for my nigga that got killed, got hit up
Vodka spills on the concrete
Light a swisha, we miss ya
And for
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
Yo, yo
Just knowin she's never gonna come back
I heard the gun clap
I heard the gun clap
She's never gonna come back
(I never find another honor like
did you expect-pect?
Now a-days, even the babies got guns
Diaper snipers having clock-tower fun
Misplace the bottle, might catch a bad one
Have
a Nigga"
Miss Ghetto got 'em dreaming of loot and Swiss bankers
The finest weapons, packing tri-action Smith and Wessons
Unlike the 80's, ladies packing
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