Lyrics:
come, 22's poke out
Just to see when they roll out, I'm killin'' the folks now
His money just chingy, my money it fold out
Man, this happened vegas,
do it like this
Should we hit em with a hook and a hit that bang
Naw hit em wit a riddle that will cripple instrumentals
Should we get em on a chorus
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
You heard that uhh that new Loss Daze by by that Kid Bootz
Naw naw mayne I ain't heard that I ain't heard that
Mayne fuck wrong wit you mayne you
freaky)
And put a little back into it (come on)
Wit a ass that fat at imma attached to it
Amused by it, inspired
Trying to unlock and decipher
Gun
girl, come and get the dick, yeah
This that SA Town flow
And I ain't gotta shout him out 'cause you already know, uh
Pop shit
But we ain't gon' get ya
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
To whom it may concern
[Chorus]
Why you ain't call me?
You know I'm the hardest, you know that my art is applauded
Why you ain't call me?
I'm
I'm wit it yeah yeah I'm wit it
Man I'm out of control man I know that I'm cold oh
I'm wit it yeah yeah I'm wit it
Man I'm finna be hot headed
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
troll when its bad
They patrol who I ride
My teacher know that I'm fried
The only way I get by
The way is high or it's mine
Damn why ya blunt so tiny
you 1Up then come show me that shit
I'm wit the gang and we passing ya bitch
She do not want you cause you aint legit
The money the motto, in love wit
I hang wit pullers of automatic triggers and gold diggers
My mob?s full of go getters go live or die by the cold niggas
Wit drama bringers ear
NV gay
And plus NV stands for no vagina's anyway
That place, Me and Lil' Weezy-Wee get no love
That's why when I brought Chingy in there
He peed in
Roll wit my duns (uh huh)
Cold wit the guns (uh huh)
If he slow wit my ones hit
The floor when I come
I fuck wit them hoes that
Fuck wit them
customized plates
Slide a lot bottles don't never come fake.
I'm about to hit Lillian just past Clackston
Whippin' with a piece that's better than Tony
for my hustlas
Roll wit my duns (uh huh)
Cold wit the guns (uh huh)
If he slow wit my ones hit the floor when I come
I fuck wit them hoes that fuck wit
wit'chu
Ohh, girl I'm talkin' front, back, side, side
I like how it's rollin'
You love how it rides you do
I know you do
But is that all I am to you (oh)
(shaggy 2 dope)
Don't blink ya eyes even for a second
You might miss out on the freaks that only come out at night
And don't you doubt
When your up past ya
BITCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want to parlay wit you
to revise, uh
Wait by the bar just to pick up the slack
And that's why they declining yo card again
BITCH
Fuck wit, Chuck
Fuck wit, Chuck, uh
Fuck wit
the guns
If he slow wit my ones hit the floor when I come
I fuck wit them hoes that fuck wit them clothes
That's real wit them shoes, keep it real wit
cars, watch Shooter cop his own Bentley (watch)
You can't make no songs wit' me (uh-uh)
'Get Rich' came out and we put on 50
I never thought that I'd
her
Get through wit her mess around, my girl come down
And put two in her
But I'm in a heavy case like the type that Pepsi make
Who you fake got
_cover.jpg/220px-Kingdom_Come_(album)_cover.jpg "Kingdom Come")
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