Lyrics:
head in a 69 ...
I heard y'all hood 3rd grade y'all keep 60 9s...
I heard you been a ride or die for rolling 60's since you was nine...
cnd yo mom seen
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what
Snoop double, D O G, what, mr. X to the Z, yeah, and Kurupt
The kingpin, DoggHouse Records takin over the shit in
brother
Every day it hurt my soul
I know I'm not perfect, I'm not
Why my brother had to leave, I ain't tell him bye-bye
When I'm ridin' by myself, sometimes
Love in my eyes
Whenever i see you i dey smile
When you text back i lose control
It's a feeling i can't control
Your love e dey tigaligali my heart
passing me by
If I wake up and open my eyes then I try not to waste it
Focused on goals but I'm try'na be patient
Not try'na be basic
If I'm in my phase
a cup
And if you don't want it, then burn the hell up
I'm tellin you now boy, you ain't jack
Talkin much junk like Mr. T at your back
but he's
a opp we hop on feet
I'm surrounded by steppas my Yungeen stay clutching metal
If I say get em they gone shoot Yo ass for free
My Yungeens play for
in
Da cycle
But I slipped through 'n found a crack in it
Bit da apple just like Adam
Sins
Committed plenty
Born imperfect so know I will again
Born
Cochran
Get me off, grant them the ball, if I walk
Put that order in the court, yeah
Give me crack on and who the fuck really care, yeah
World best
streak of killing when Im in my bag
Going nuts on every track not talking a relay for fags
Eeeee yeah its almost time to celebrate
Black mr deeds when i
Get ready (get ready),
Back by popular demand (he's back)
Snoop Dogg! (yo)
(One, two, check up)
One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
to beat
Cause I'll be up in that ass like a bike seat
And when it comes to boneing I'm Mr Erecticy
Hoes come by the crib for a free histerectomy
I ive
Tical motherfucker, run for cover when shit fly
One hand is on the lye, the other hand on yo' bitch thigh
How many wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique?
rapper dapper
With flows you don't know, how a firestarter go
{Go ahead den}
Yo, lick two, chart off in the sky
A make way when I'm stepping in the room
and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passing by these haters like we got all A's
[Backbone]
Say say say say Crack, what's the word on the street?
Nothing but
raised me, you motherfuckers can't fade me
Mr. 9th ward, better respect this
I keep my head in the air because I know I'm the shit!
I'm a down south
mich in Bandenviertel
Die AK-47 regelt, Drogendealer müssen sich unterwerfen
Ich übernehme Stadtbezirke
Yo, ich lade meinen Ballermann und starte dann
thing for certain two things just for sure
Got things ma I'm working I'm clean by the door
Set Of Rules
This is perfect bring bottles wrap the raws
Let
laughter shit!
Its too crazy right? Yo
Its just fucking nuts
We just talking crazy at this point
I told the driver Lenny swing me by
The garden I gotta talk
across seas on glaciers
Four shotguns that got fucked by Geisha
Still gracious, still able to twist out darts
Just grew tougher skin from swimming with
MAC with the serial scratched (brr)
Acne Studio bucket hat stuffed with cracks
12 12 lumberjacks
My city drug infested, cherry Cayman Ss (skr)
Four in
I know I ain't perfect
But I know I'm worth it
One thing that's for certain
Imma keep on working
For a better me
Imma bet on me
Don't believe in me
Baby
You my Baby, you my Baby
See You my Baby, you my Baby
So into you, we make the perfect two
Met in 2020, what a perfect view
Maybe not Alicia, but
that was run by "Mr. Schweppes", he had a rep
And everybody watched they step
Cuz word on the street was he was no joke
Had everything from crack
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