Lyrics:
the gang you niggas be lame
My name shun1k but i go by Elite
Im smokin exotic it run through my body
Im smokin this shit finna fall out the seat
Keep
niggas ain't leaving a trace, hey
Run it run it I need fast money
They can't keep with the pacing
Dogs coming from the ground
Niko trapping up out
From the Vatican approaching, bruh
What you tellin' me?
I'll shoot an apple off your
Wifey's head and miss
And hit the bitch in the
Head like William Lee
songs that ever been never spin
In heavy rotation ever again
If I don't do a song to insight millions
Or get a video done by Hype Williams
If theres never
in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I
Proof's in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, gotta take dem photos naked.
Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I
Hi-Tech, reds, and MGP, we mixin' juices
When the opps see me, they're scared
They tryna plea and coppin' deuces
Exotic tree, Obama runs, my traphouse
Let The Chance Pass By
Nobody Stop Me To The Top 5
Fxxk All Bad Guyes Like U
All Not My Type I Only
By My Side Don't Try To
Waste My Time Or I Will
Run
away it's the fit, wanna taste the shit
Put me on a bass, and throw your face in it, fucker
Na Na, y'all can't touch her
My sex drive all night like
44 beneath my head
Woke up next mornin' grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
I made a good run but I went too slow
They
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
life it ain't petty and nice
There's just one thing I can't let go by
The king imma be please give me time
There lots of things that endangered my
Run the fuck up
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah run the fuck up
Yeah yeah yeah
Run the fuck up
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm on that old shit
Forget that new shit
I fucking
those who cross the path of righteous men
let me start again (for what) for those who can't comprehend lee majors
the virus
niggas they run
da next one from me Yea yea
I want a jet I don't need
But it don't matter I will Never beg on my knees Yea yea
Said ima jet Just like lee
But if you
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
Grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law
I live
For Sarah, widow of William Winchester, whose family invented the Gun That Won The West' - the Winchester repeating rifle.
For 30 years I've worked
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
Swerving through the palace
With my chalice
They Call me William Wallace
Cause the mandem Feelin that malice
From the town where shooting down fellas
of clumsy whores
With no vocal cords
That means they can't run or scream
Flow doper than morphine
My name tastes fresher than Listerine
Whenever they mention
away it's the fit, wanna taste the shit
Put me on a bass, and throw your face in it, fucker
Na Na, y'all can't touch her
My sex drive all night like
game
Why softball's practically my middle name
I'll be right over I said, feeling excited
Even though I can't throw, I can't hit
I can't run, I must
Train
Tookie Williams over Coltrane
Eric B by the rope chain
R-S-C, we fosho bang
Tiny Locs and they go crazy
What you know about the dope game?
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