Lyrics:
Hits safes quickly can hear a black jamie summers
Pick the right numbers and have mad runners
Or hardcore lil' kim, queen bee bitch
Who never snitch,
Hit you up bad, make you loose a few calories
I need to slow down
Movin through life at a high speed
Watchin all the slow runners pass by me
I can see
always fun
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 4-1-1 hun
CHORUS
[Mary J. Blige]
Yeah nigga, what makes you better than the next
put it up
(Don’t put it up)
Two miles per hour, we crawl by
Let 'em look at us (Let ’em look at us)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two miles per hour, we crawl by
Let
Money from dreams yeah I'm gonna make, gonna make
JV by my side, fuck the fake yeah
Life hitting harder than these 808's
Joker crazy, storm the cave
Let me put sum by ya kidney.
Baby, I just wantcha soul.
I done poured a 4 all up in my henny
Now ain't no stopping let's go
I love when ya get that
medicate
Pow, wash him up, he's the Runner up, we all gas him up Then just terminate
Yo, I wanna clip this clown
4 on the block bro whip this round
Hit
I've stopped searching for four leaf clovers
Because where's the luck for the kids who can't count passed 1
Too many people aren't batting an eye when
shit it out
Lotuz
by Lil Vix
[P4G3 M3]
[FUCKALAXITIVEIMASHITITOUT]
full EP on youtube
^^^songs with the same lyrics^^^
Deep In the healing process MRIs on my soul
She tried to leave that’s fine I specialize in all alone
I love the words but they mesmerized by
it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In
Corporate ladder climb never run
Some of my homies started out as runners
But we was born hunters with a crazy hunger
Only fed by money, bring me more
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from us
we the spot runners
i'll snatch your land like colombus
take crews in large numbers
who'll be the 1st to seal their fate
Jordan 'em
Number one albums what I got, like four of 'em
More of them on the way, the eighth wonder on the way
Clear the way, I'm here to stay
Y'all
ain't the same
Listen my Brody
The Story in fours
Early in the hood, I can't trust a Soul
I should of never got up off of the Porch
How I'm the hell are
staring
Homie, I ain't finna get mad, tote a weapon rarely, I'm intrepid barely
One man with a true heart who's got emotions
Two legendary rap albums out
(castro) but think four tracks are wack
Lost in the ozone and all your mixdowns sound like crap
Hiding lack of intellect behind hipster catch phrase
(C-Sick)
Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Head
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
Produced by: mafia mula baby/4xL/Earworm
Skit Vocal by: PlanZ普兰兹一
Recorded by: 马红尘 (025 Studio)
Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
Stevv Tsui:
Wait (mafia mula
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