Lyrics:
killers?", we got plenty
And we got plenty guns, we gone shoot it till' it's empty
You know i grew up in the streets
I was taught to keep my heat
Ion even know
us and why you talking you don't no nun
(Man these bitch ass niggas speaking on shit they don't even know about fuck them)
Aye you gone do some you
the goat you nighas know
An they gone play with me in see
I'm like hell nah I don't know what else
To tell y'all into you beat yo case I don't do jail
his take on why
We aspire to be" It’s almost a
Disease to be a perfectionist nothing is
Ever quite good enough what
Is it like to look at
Things and say
violence
And we ain't playing by no rules
Bitch I'm toting on my rocket
Even when I'm in the school
Bitch don't ask if I'm good
Cause without you ima be cool
suicide
Into the Woods
And you know we run it up
Bet you wish you could
And you know I've had enough
Smoking by the woods
I don't always spark it up
Don't
comb
where hustlas get they money gone
Oakland ain't no joke, we all no it ain't no funny bone
a public enemy
not even a friend of me
the Mobb, will
evaluation
This shit over saturated, y'all can get evacuated
Kids sipping Actavis and they ain't even activated
Married to the internet, stuck in place,
damn right ima score with it
One good girl
All you niggas want is more bitches
Nut on her blouse
Adding to the lore nigga
Head keep spinning big bank
to make me wonder if
You prefer to just blowpipe
We're this close to giving you
Hoes a good choke
Clowns thinking they're profound man
They're not even
Good life, good days, good nights
Don’t let your life go by
Don’t let your life go by one life, one life
Be loyal, faithful, grateful, graceful
Most
they were born in good
I’d think of cheating
But now I wonder if Jordan would
(Jordyn Wood)
So I’m really putting work in
My hands have been hurting
in the wood,
So lady be good to me.
Oh, please have some pity
I'm all alone in this big city
I tell you I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood
CHORUS:
I'm pushin' down the ave. no one lookin' good
I'm baggin' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood.
I'm pushin' down the ave. no one
wealth, and even with good words
But if you turn away, then I fear for you the torment of a great day
To Allah is your return, and He is able to do all
keep my diamonds against my wood and keep my money on my mind/ boys just tryna knock us off but y'all just new to the game/ while we just steady stackin
don’t need no master
Inside of the coupe nasa, then I go Casper
Feeling like I’m Mike Lowery I got em on me
Good girls might want me, but they gone
Roll up in the spot any of y'all gone' know her name
Feeling like a zombie 'cause I'm going for the brain
Never as it seems, trust me, yeah, I can
me knocking on wood
That's just because I'm doing so fucking good
I don't hate my life, no, it's going alright
That's why tonight you see
Me knocking
in mornin
Why I keep on shootin different dm shots n scoring
Shit I'm good in the hood let get it understood
GGM n double OK since we was in wood
Now
hoes with his little wood
You out here finessing gotta stick to dick that's good
Yes, girl these niggas is a mess
They be playing with a queen like
the woods All them critters running around and feeling
good A square body Chevy with a big cow hood
Old groundhog standing out in his tracks I take my.30-30
patch
These three little pumpkins went into the woods and they said
They said today we're gonna find something really good to look at
And they
This your boy J. Guevara
AKA JustinHisPrime
AKA Henny Planks
I'm just to here to tell y'all
The Mission is too Great
And We Up We Good
Word to Ron
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