Lyrics:
cigarillos
I put the gun to the pillow
I don't want blood on my clothes
Gotta keep that Trukfit fresh
Shoutout to all of my hoes
Tunechi
That's just
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
advance, 'cause we tryin'
Ignore my whole plea, watchin' us in disgust
And then they beg when my guns bust
They don't give a fuck about us
Now if I
with the people you see
And watch the kids dance 'round the big Christmas tree.
There's talking and laughing and songs in the air
And the spirit
riddin' in a Maybach commissioned by Virgil
I threw bait at the bitch and she bit it like a turtle (bit)
I can't fuck her raw 'cause her pussy too fertile
myself to a nice
Ferrari for the winter
Gave my whole crib up, Do NOT ENTER!
'Cause the nigga inside with the
Shotty got a temper
And I play it by the book
songs buy the 2 Cd's
This is
And collector fever is killing me
Ray gun, ray gun, do you gotta ray gun
This is funded by a major
But shabbily
Written by: John Duarte, Mark Paul
Mr. Mambo (repeat)
I've been waiting for the weekend
To go out and have some fun
Well the stars shine just like
Brr
Break the brick up in little pieces, all my guns is Middle Eastern
I'ma continue feastin', I ain't finished eatin' (facts)
Lemon squeeze'll
Got your finger on the trigger, don't do it
Contemplating suicide, just put the gun down, we've all been through it
An infant in his crib sprayed by
Priest was forced to take his album underground
And now he will no longer suffer
Reviewing this album, you gotta ask yourself why
Look at every song
Smoking weed, true indeed
Sick emcees presented by Tecca Neez!
Check it out
Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle
And it goes on
Kill a pussy nigga with his pantyhose on
The gun is equipped for what ever hand it goes on
To kill a backpack nigga with his
would get everybody on the same track)
You niggas could learn a lot by now
(I'll go first)
Stone Mountain
Give a fuck about these haters man
I'm
She set down the gun, took off runnin’
Digger Dave followed and soon came up on that death wish kid from Michigan
He’s layin’ there shot up all
Toss and tumble
My voodoo do so my poetry
Now chicken blood or poulty
My victim been shook
By a pack of coyote
Soarin' through the night
Down
Wicked people don't want fe see mi life long
And they get vex when mi sing my song
Tell dem seh mi tuffa than a piece of iron
Yeah ah mi they
song (What? It's 'Box)
His lil' homie on my phone like
"Leave us alone" (Pussy)
Burn them green flags, bitch
We in the red zone
Slide for who? Bitch, we
that whisper in the evening
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Sing a song of sorrow and grieving
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
All she saw was
that whisper in the evening
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Sing a song of sorrow and grieving
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
All she saw was
that whisper in the evening
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Sing a song of sorrow and grieving
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
All she saw was
that whisper in the evening
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Sing a song of sorrow and grieving
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
All she saw was
that whisper in the evening
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Sing a song of sorrow and grieving
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
All she saw was
that whisper in the evening
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Sing a song of sorrow and grieving
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
All she saw was
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