Lyrics:
When it come to talking, ima rumble
Run toes
Tell you I need you, don't fumble
Steppers by my side
HAHAHA
Yours fold
Clowns go talk, like, 'Boy, you
Wohoa
Wohoa
I need to be
Number 1
Something like a secret love
One that fell up above
Not I can't get you of my brain
Even though I held your hand
I
her eyes
My cousin holds her up as she screams to the sky
And she says, oh, it's all my fault
Oh, it's all my fault
Oh, it's all my fault
Oh, it's all
never laid a hand on me
But I could tell from the way she glanced at me
Her looks said baby boy somethin hampers me
And it would go down but I got my man
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
the way you sidetrack all these hoes
Just so you know
Can't wait to hold you close
(Lex)
My emotions got you rocking
like gigs in our hands stay poppin
For
hand
Popping chicken like skillets
I hold your account like clothes
Oh God you quit it
You don't believe me
Call your bank and go and ask your
And the letter read so polite
Ho Ho Ho
You did everything right
And Ill be by later on tonight
Then I looked up at my mama, with tears in my eyes
Cause I don't
stretch of ol' barbed wire, Drops of rain fallin' from the sky seem to know my pain,
Know that I'm about to, reach out to hold your hand in mine
Feel
deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware
stranger
Holy new creation has a heaven hand painter
My favorite melody a reprimand singer
Holy run through hell like I've never seen danger
New Wakanda
Me with the mic man know what I'm making
Got all the top boys relating
A couple bad mind niggas, hating
Got my kitty to sample the food
He was like,
on my way to hell with a full tank
I don't care what them boys think, 'cause what I'm on is a sure thang
Stackin' they money up like it's lego's, tienes
kobe show me another option
Scrape da pot wit my left hand I don't talk to cops I'ma death man
Hold da rock like a best man
Gotta watch the clock like
A stranger goes to church to mourn his father
Hoping he will find some peace of mind
He bows his head and holds his hands to heaven
Through scarlet
dumbass opp gon' think with his dick
Slimey as hell, nigga, gimme yo' stick
Put that shit on, mix the Prada with Rick
That boy not shootin' that gun, he
Wrapping the bottle through her ass, yeah Oh, oh, for my brothers in the hood fight the struggle man My hands keep by all means like hustle man Stay strong
I'm tryin to make my mark before I die
Grabbin life by the feathers and shootin it like a bullseye
People walkin in the door with six packs in hand
dance
This violence shit is weak
I ain't lying when I speak
My sister passed I was 4
That's why I'm grinding while y'all sleep
Nigga
Hold up I ain't done
By the time you gettin' out you gon' have a grandson
Fuck you bitch I'll see you in hell bitch!
Fuck that!! Fuck that!! Fuck, get off me! Fuck you
Dead Carnival clown puttin in w-w-w-work
You think you the shit 'cause you think you to the upper hand
But why don't you come and meet my boy, the strong
that's the herb shit
up on my 22 spins
in my baby blue benz
girls say dat boys ben actin up
but that's the way he is
You lookin good when you
But I can’t hold my tongue to shit like this
So, to gain your love, I’ll run through him
Listen, this shit is pointless if I ain’t standing by you
Fuck
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