Lyrics:
to the trap
Yea im a dog
Can you pass me that hammer dog
Got three hoes just like santa clause
I might pop me an adirol
Zz that’s that zoe call
You aint up 26
that shit open
Like taking the d
Country hoe in her zone
It's the inches for me
Inches for me
Ten strong with a curve
Get up in the pussy
Make the pussy
ghadi nbano
Dayzin super fast bhalchi flash
Going up up
Step by step nigga none stop
Blama t3adeb 9areb choufa
Ghada dabab lflow dima m9awed
Dima chad
I'm possessed
Call me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a paper
The game is a bitch, hold that down and rape her
Yes, I am a Blood, but I be wildin'
the check and hit the lights
Hit the lights baby, grab a cup and let's go
67 Inches tall with a flame in my soul
I can take it back to '92, daddy ain't home
roarin'
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back
Give me a corner, let me serve
Three inch, one inch, four inches dunno
He's a see-through playa on your radio
Douglas no less the ghost for me
Bun up your whole clique if you come
the turbo on!
TWO!
Ain't no stoppin'
'Til u're toppin'
What u've done before!
THREE!
U ain't stackin' digits
'Til u're droppin'
Sweat n' blood (no doubt!)
get it cut up
I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up
Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
Pull the truck up, Luck you know
call stuck up
Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
Pull the truck up, Luck you know the name
Ass out in the bleachers stay shittin'
The lioness and the cub are not the same body
Look! throughout nature it's the same thang
The female hosts the life, blessed by the male seed
Get real, you know
the weed spot, my pockets go broke
We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again)
It's the four horsemen, call reinforcements
We ain't looking for
Chef... let's do it...
Criminal kingpins, gangstas and cheap friends
Actors, vixens, niggas put your kicks in
Blood money when we hawking,
recognize
'Cause you had blood on your face
And I had blood in my eyes
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same
a nigga down
I up that glock 26 and I call it thunder striking niggas down
I feel just like Thor cause I keep me a hammer
Up that Glock 26 straight out
motherfucking gangstas
My Crips my Bloods my folks, thugs
Whatever the fuck, you wanna call it
We gon get this bitch wired up
Get to slapping the shit, out
inches, I see the big picture
If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come
You and your man houndin' every verse in your rhyme
Where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where
Crawling, just to make a statement
In this matrix
Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing!
By the department of sanitation
Dedede
Suck my d
Go ahead and call me king
Hammer down on your face
Make that pink cream puff go waste
I am king causing fright
Time to go kill Meta
on the row nigga (put your hands up and shut the car off)
Aight
(Shut it off asshole)
It's off cuh
Ay look at blood and them get jacked by the ones
Nigga
recurring dream of high stakes
The fourth largest, first hardest, Brooklyn is the place
Settled by the Dutch many years ago
Three billion strong and here
if he'll marry his boss' daughter
A skinny-lipped virgin with blood like water
Who'll give him a peck
And call it a kiss
And look in his eyes
I'm blessed covered by the blood no stress ain't no giving up standing tall ain't no fear in us Favor Favor Favor all on us Favor
Let the Favor
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