Lyrics:
a black Regal no insurance
We like DEA serving warrants
So tell the freaks you know to stop whorin'
We gon' grab the mics and get 'em off the wall
So
a black Regal no insurance
We like DEA serving warrants
So tell the freaks you know to stop whorin'
We gon' grab the mics and get 'em off the wall
So
man she's talking, here's another lie
Did more for a girl than my mother
Barely even tell her that I love her
Blinded by the coochie what's a bummer
the pistol
Pop like Crisco on the stove
Temperature up man still dey pon road
I will never snitch that's selling your soul
Live by the code then you die by it
Lil bitch, I'm a muthafuckin' martian
My niggas they bitin', not barkin'
My brother say bring him a Rari
He say he got aim with the warrant
I ride
been, in the pen', pop this in and lift ya chin
Tat skin, get some ins, and throw some glitter in ya grin
Man, once again, but this dank off in the wind
and he's under arrest
because I've been sent
with a warrant from the body of Christ
-Well, tell me what it says then! -
"Satan, bite the dust!"
Every one
east and west and ay you're right man this is so interesting
Mans got trophies, nonstop parties see man I wont be a fool at 40
By the time I was done
Dayton's in his hand
Keys in his hand reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Alesis he had dreams of Caprice's
Drove by
Brr
Brr
I'm tellin' you, Tay Keith
These folks do not be ready for this shit, bruh (brr)
It's another one, man (brr)
(Tay Keith, fuck these
Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward
Whoever cannot take care of himself without that law is both
For
Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward
Whoever cannot take care of himself without that law is both
For
all my fallen soldiers
Man, free my nigga Tooly right now
Another unlawful traffic stop murder by the hands of a bastard cop
They see the color of our
low a Town by the way of Illinois and
Our blocks come together like Legos
They know who I am, I'm the man with a
Plane and a nigga with verses
Blowin'
tell by gloves
And now we gotta spark it up like a welder does
Yeah I'm workin'
Without a warrant you ain't searching
Catch me under waves on the floor
I done finessed I done, hopped out on the crest
Swingin, thru niccas upset
Wrist, cotton candy sunset
Brodie got big kush on deck
I blew an eighth
My bitch made it rain on a bitch when she stripping
Tipping
Hoes so you know that we spent
Balling on you sucka man you betta play defense
Bitch I know
her hair did
Nails are freshly cut
Loves life in the limelight
You can tell that by the way she strut
Pussy cotton candy
Make me wanna eat her up
This
of devastation
Stoked by your support of a white nation
I try - to cry - but instead choose sedation
When will it ever end, this nightmare of the orange man
Young girl sweet as candy, a-turnin' hearts to stone.
She'll catch a young man's fancy. A-love 'em, leave 'em alone.
I should-a seen it comin'. She
hand many a death warrant was signed
But a man's gotta eat
And he's gotta make a living
Does life ever taste so sweet
As when ain't willingly given
they see you on the streets (Nigga you know the deal)
hey yo these so-called gangsters, as so-called hard
I seen 'em rolling with a million man
Treat her like a magazine, loaded if they stick by me
Loaded stick by me
Wrist is only Rolex, Swiss timing
Yeah that bitch shinin
With the bezel full
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
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