Lyrics:
on the first class flight
Cause it's free, so you know it's goin down like an enemy
Jukin fools like Vince Young out in Tennessee
Read it by the rules, number
talk to your mother
I see your baby boy gettin' older
Until you get the appeal we gon' fight homie
Spit that Coke Wave Boys for life homie
Montana
love for the street every single day
You better get down on your knees, you better pray
'Cause goin' against the grain of this Squad
I promise you
knowin')
She goin', she goin', she goin', she gone
I'm young and turnt on my own
Can't wait 'til my brother get home
I'm young and turnt in this bitch
stopped goin hard cause no one could compete
And Everybody on my team an MVP
Got Jerry curls, lookin like a brother wit a mullet
Maybe I should stick wit my
That's what we need
Rolling up
Yea that's my specialty
Don't Give a fuck
I'll Smoke untill I'm mother fucking special needs
I ain't goin home just for you
the suu
(lie in cut for y'all)
Check it out
Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
In your tracks,
Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
In your tracks, a wu, tang killer bee's on ya back
I comes for
Used to sit me on your lap and teach me mother with
Early Sunday morning for them salmon and grits
I love you baby, you the one and only, that's
a bitch
Buck you
Never trust you
Never loved you
Never was you
Imma touch you
Imma bust you
Imma crush you
Mother fuck you
That's my nigga
sent your fairy ass to military class
Now your moms gettin sceamed on by your dad
Like we shoulda had a daughter instead of a fag
This the last time
Had work and I knew it - I come in your door, nigga
Tie your family up - they all got on the floor, nigga
By all means, whatever it takes to get green
and get killed in the field
And death still might come got a tumor in my lung
Got got by them kids where them Sooners is from (Mother fuckers)
Sometimes
bein shortstopped
By a buck-oh-five dick and a booty-ass cop
You figure you're hard 'cause you're a cop see
FUCK WITH ME! I'mma put that ass in a box
her home
Just like that boy diddy he be takin' flows
That's not a detail and I got hella' dough
You do shit for show, just be your self bro
We goin' for
(Ey I like to welcome all you mother fuckers, to the home of the goons, where the graveyards over crowed and where choppers is a most)
The type of shit I do miss
Brandy shit, I'll hold you down, like her brother I'm 4 wish
Meals by the bucks, eat Greek holiday season
Hope the pills keep me
headrest and my rear view zone
Cause triflin' be skanless and the skanless might try to follow me home
Never tell a motherfucker what time you goin' cop
to talk
I'm so sorry for everything I've done
But first off, I wanna start by saying
That I never had a clue about Kyron and your mum (What ever)
I
"In this country a man's home is his castle."
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
"In this country a man's home is his castle"
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run 'cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
what
Said your mother's in a coma
Tape stop
Tape stop
It's your birthday, mama I ain't coming home
Get them candles lit
I can see your lights from down
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they
I couldn't help but notice your pain
My pain?
It runs deep
Share it with me
Uh, pain
Pain, pain, pain
They'll never take me alive, I'm
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