Lyrics:
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Oh my gosh, they live by the cold
You know we ain't making a sound (Big stupid)
You thinking about playing around
With my respect i'm making
Got some Ps in the passenger seat
Big 40 on my lap and the FM by my feet
She's as thick as a gram in the wood
Nah, I wish the bitch would
Got some Ps
when the mack blow, dead in my castle
And in the blink watch how quick life pass you
What's wrong with motherfuckers,
When will the ever learn
Keep
sire
Thought you was on top
(I'm tha King)
I pass right by ya
I will not stop and I won't retire
I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names
(I'm tha
Cookin things up like a new toaster
Powered by the sun. We call it solar
Never gonna be the one to lower
This big gun. I got in my shoulder
Kill you all.
from our minds
When he said, the young cowgirl was dead
Not one livin' soul in the crowd made a move
They all knew that somethin' was wrong
As they took
the air
Oh yeah, oh yeah
She picking all the wrong ones
And she's looking for the right one in the wrong place
You remember her face? The prettiest
for the big stacks
And the big act, now I got the big gat
Click clack, uh
Since day one, been in a ditch
Kin with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in
the wrong card
Had a kid, now she's realizin' life is hard
A big time dope dealer's all she wanted
Who drove a Jag or a Benz so she could flaunt it
picked the wrong card
Had a kid, now she's realizing life is hard
A big time dope dealer's all she wanted
Who drove a Jag or a Benz so she could flaunt
Told this hoe
To quit calling my cell phone
If I fuck ya then I duck ya
I’d be dead wrong
She please to see me
Cause I’m up now an my bread long
Baby say she love me
I can't never do no wrong
Pull them panties to the side
Don't gotta take off that thong
She say you dead wrong
But bitch you
Radio (something ain't wrong with me)
Mama got a big butt, mama got a big butt
Toney Starks Radio right here
Mama got a big butt, mama got a big butt
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
I remember that I was broke, that's was a year ago, I ain't going back again
My niggas don't play by the rules, you come up short, on gang we after
YOU DON'T LIKE?
YOU DON'T AGREE WITH ME
I'LL CRUSH YOUR HEAD
NO SOONER TALK TO YOU
THAN SEE YOU DEAD
ITS HATE IN AMERICA
MADE HERE IN AMERICA
CUSTOM
Heard ya message
Why you fucking with me?
Stop with the bullshit
You never say what you mean
Been fine by myself
That's how y'all left me to be
I'm
wrong!
Looking dead in the center
Look, see, watch, stare, gaze but never receptive
Paycheck inflation yet still never receptive
Wetdream on wetdream yet
this shit you have to fucking bear
I'm so stupid I know none of it's fair
Hey look at my smile it's big and wide
And no those aren't tears just sweat
Alright I'm droppin' a bomb
Like in the middle of Nam
You bitches gonna be gone
Name is napalm
Comin' right down better stay strong
That's a big fuck
I spit it bomb
Twenty five riders in the street, dead wrong
Homicide and we ain't gotta tell them why
We don't fuck with the law, we let our
on all the handrails
In a five-metre vicinity, the middle of a city
Big brolic men stare at me while I look at them in pity
I'm in Nairobi stealing all
we gone let him hang
Niggas spreading lies
Like it's big facts
I don't got no time
For no chit chat
I don't pillow talk
Better dead that
I been in ya
! and we take off now
Folk's not dead! let's get our skates on
Folk's not dead! for singing louder
Those days when we cruised around and
Got the wrong lines
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