Lyrics:
head up
Never get out yo element
Jus the devil tryna bring yo down
Everything happen fa reason you shake back wit a sucker rod
always put yo trust in
world
Scales: none, legs: two, same amount of hands
Now consider evolution, everybody understands
That once the foot was a fin, but only the fit can fit
no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
me etched in stone, uh
By the time they learn to love me, I'll be dead and gone
Real hustlers treat them rentals like they second home
First double
when I talk
But they all mad talk, one hand on my Glock
Everybody wanna vibe until the fun stop
12 Swing by, know the pain don't stop
Took my brother now
you saying you my n***a tryna hop on my bitch
I know them n****s don't fuck with me I gotta watch my 6
Before I get carried by 6 rather be judged by 12
fear right on ma rod when I steer
Don got feelings can't drop a tear
Only past 12 when I see her
If I pass 12 I ain trippen full throttle I drive
(Which way)
Better watch her little nigga
For she Put you in the picture
She gone catch a motherfucker by the toe
Everybody trying to make it
Everybody
life to live here, this town is a graveyard
Well every day the problem seems to multiply
And everybody's keeping busy getting by
Well if you listen
Technics 12
We slap high fives and start cause it's time to raise hell
Bam is right beside me, people rushin the door
Charlie Mack in the back, O-wiz
I be moving through the galaxy
Everybody mad at me
Honestly I rather them hate on me than to laugh at me
That's why I float
I float
I float
I float
slår det säckert.
Nä, det känner jag också.
Hello everybody this is björn
Agnetha
This is benny
är det så
avenues
Also
Under-estimated
By my adversaries
And I had a few
I was really
Clearly
Barely making it
Feeling counterfeit
Trying to count my blessings
Was I
to the street
Your heart will hang your head
Your body moves your feet
Everybody wants to do the same thing
It's the devil and the day by day
Deep blue sea roll
Radio Killer!
Welcome to Radio Killer Records
Everybody's dating,
Until they learn to love you baby
She a fast life liver with a ass like
Ever seen a devil with a halo?
Ever seen an angel with some horns?
Everybody got their own demons
Everybody fightin' their own war, oh
When you
Ever seen a devil with a halo?
Ever seen an angel with some horns?
Everybody got their own demons
Everybody fightin' their own war, oh
When you
All these pussy niggas tryna play me
I need God, tell him come save me
G-19, my rod is my fuckin' savior
This hoe ain't even started, you already
Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo
It's gonna be a killin' after midnight
Niggas gettin' reday for the big fight
You could say this one's a murder by
Someone pass me an allen wrench
Cuz I'm about to get turnt
Please, please don't ever say that again
Now everybody looking for a piece of furniture
Rather be judged by 12 than carried by six
357 catch shells I buried the bricks
Since a little nigga I always been about a profit
Always give my last even
Jeff comes back with his Technics 12
We slap high fives and start cause it's time to raise hell
Bam is right beside me, people rushin the door
Charlie
Oh baby come on
Still cruisin' after all of these years
Hey girl let's go for a spin
Hop in my hot rod and do it again
You've got a greenhouse
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