Lyrics:
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, oh
Welcome to the motherfucking show
I go by the name of
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
Yeah!
da kisses but you gon' sale dat ass
Real pimps shit, yeah, I keep an hour glass
Now young shawties saleing by the hour ass
I don't give 'em nothin'
My past comin back up on me my shit haunted bruh
But we blessed tho, reppin this northwest ho
Weed and sex no stress bro, life’s short lets get do
Aint
I'ma say the same shit ova n ova
I'ma say the same shit ova n ova
Ova n ova same shit ova n ova
Ova n ova (I'ma say the same shit) ova n ova
Keep
the g's
'N' taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese
You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you
'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do
You
Ironic how that shit work as the drive too
Might rob a bitch in the drive thru
Praying like what the fuck I do
Why do I keep getting lied to
Yeah Just
Hol'
[T.I.]
u got rich n g shits still a part of u cause breakin old habits so hard to do
u still watch for da haters n the rugged crew cause breakin old habits
Yo its the Rockness not Rock live
Then again I'm Rock when I'm live
But I'm not fat then again my shit is so fat
fans let your shot's fly (PLOW! PLOW!
I just rolled a backwood of some s**t ion know the name to
Tryna keep composure kuz a n***a on that drank too
I just realized won’t no day go by that
on a opp's bitch
I flap my wings fuck around get a opp smoked
Diors on my feet fuck around do the Pop Smoke
Rackets on me nigga run n tell dat
Choppas on me
a nigga's beatin' body cases
I'm wettin shit up, you get hit up, by the super soaker
Brain after brain, I'm a motherfuckin' chain smoker
'Cause it's
Asian people buying more guns the ever
Stereotype - do the math, it's not bad to be clever.
Wait a minute, then we gon' bootleg shit,
Smif & Wessen
Livin' like a devil, god grantin' all my wishes
Rusty Smif-N, ****** up a ***** fitness
Tap him in his head, blood splashes on my Christians
Fresh
the shit out you in front of your bitch
Nigga you know how I do, nigga
You know what I mean?
Look, smoking shattering the raw comb
Bottom of the 5th
the smif-n-Wesson, niggas better duck down
Blow her back out, got her open watch her tap out
Might just let chu wear the ice if you throw it back now
I need a couple
do I get high
It was a mix-up Saturday night, walkin by, a gunshot hook up wit down the block
Hopin the shit was a dream when I see my homey shot
TALKIN NONSENSE)
Sayin my family is unable to drop bomb hits
Napalm shit, move in a hail of fire
Bill, sire, trailed by an empire (FIYAH!)
Can't nobody
dresses, (?)
He don't even smoke but tell Butter roll an ounce
Cause I'm way too fucked up and I'm too turnt up
And I brought my own shit and I do my own
die
California love, california thug
You know what time it is
Bad Boy Killa
Mobb Deep Killa
Chino XL Killa
Much love to Smiff-N-Wessun, Freddie
smiff n wessun
Teraz poluje na rap który pod ziemią się chowa
Wisi na niebie tu black moon na Spotifaju stypa
Gdy publika kopie cię w splot ty fajo wypad
Word is bond
Vil Slugga D.O.G. Louiville
Fab 5 3-2-1 Smif-n-Wess Dru-Ha (is you ready)
ain't never backed down, so don't test me dog
Cause I'm a nut, an keep a Smif-N-Wesson pressed in pause
All these faggot ass rappers keep yappin they jaws
I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah
Soon as I roll up, put my doors up
Go'n head, pour up, roll a few O's up, let's go
Four by four, that tall shit
here
Shit. Do you?
Respect the exquisiteness of the wickedness
I limit limitless baby.
Things are one way, one minute
But turn around you go and rent
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