Lyrics:
city you could lose your life in the
N.O. Nigga, N.O. Nigga, N.O. Nigga, N.O. Nigga
I could fuck with this flow nigga,
not my flow nigga no nigga no
Uh uh, uh huh
Clipse (Clipse) , Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)
Yeah, whooo
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
Thirteen when I first started writing
Can I really make it as a nerdy white kid
Playing Skyrim, at the same time fighting
In the ring and on call
to go
It's just me n travo & 12 hot in this bitch
I know one thing fasho make it outta this bitch
Soon we walked in the Neiman store a dog in that bitch
I’m trying to stay in shape
This is how I get it in
By any means, bitch it’s in my genes
This is authentic
I don’t even write
N*gga god send it
I just
though nigga
I'm com'n, playa hate me, you get removed nigga
(Juvenile)
Stop at the gas station and put 30 in the tank
Pockets kinda low, I hit
ring in sight
How do you cast those plot holes that
Are way bigger on the inside?
So take your cafuffals you solve with loving
Hugs and macguffins
Yeah,
Yeah yeah
You know how we rolling n****
Soooo
Pull out an ounce and I start the party
My girl she badder than Lori Harvey
Get to the money I'm
fake
"He got too much too lose, he ain't gonna bust in the ring!"
Out of state deputy license plates fix a ticket window tinted
I could shoot to kill,
Look at my watch yes (yes)
Look how I front yes (yes)
Yall the kings yes (yes)
Got to go get it yes (yes)
Got ya gun yes (yes)
I got your vest yes (yes)
into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
What a n**** supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that motherf***er
keep a strap, any n***a Playin' crazy get shot, how many sacrifices do
I gotta take to reach the top, this religion, that Regime, rest in peace to my
****
Bologna
You n***** is gay you be drinking and clubbing you niggas remind me of tony
And I really dont wanna get on ya song I can jump ona track by my lonely
Mo-tel, Whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)
'cause I'm a get a fly girl,
Gonna get some spank n' drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go ho-tel, mo-tel,
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
but ya name dont ring a bell
She said she was on me but dont do no kiss n tell
Keep that reefer on me u can tell by the smell
I aint have a phone I aint
Get off yo ass n Get it together
I need polo polo polo
Guns n money by the boatload
Cuz I'm Back up on my preppy gangsta shit
In case u don't know
On n'est pas de la même famille
Shinobi te dit qu'ils veulent tous nous passer au tamis
Oh no, we're in a recession
Shit that was planned by the Bilderberg
, diamond rings)
They don't mean a thing (all, all, the thang, thang)
All these fancy things (all, all, the thang, thang)
I tell you that all my weight in
'less them rose gold, yellow
Damn it's about to be a scene tonight
When we pull up in them things tonight
Yellow golden diamond rings tonight
Livin'
too close
Water diamond too froze, This pinky ring rose gold, I'm walking out the back door
Boi that shit was too close
I got me a sack of that gas n i
We the in-timidators, why'all in-timidated
By our bling bling ring ring, and I can't debate it
LOWRIDERS (bzz bzzt) hittin on switches
As we PASS
gun wit em
Fuck it we gon set this bitch off bitch I’m done wit em just run wit em
I’m finna pull up in a drop top
Let off a couple shots n get
mad
You ain't never sat in the trap with a pack
Hear the doorbell ring and your heartbeat lag
Can't keep track, been in the trap
It's hard, I can't keep
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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