Lyrics:
by, big bro ridin' then he see the guys (Lord)
Left his little brother on the side, bleeding from the side
He seein' red, it's like he's bleeding
by, big bro ridin' then he see the guys (Lord)
Left his little brother on the side, bleeding from the side
He seein' red, it's like he's bleeding
love with me
and by friday she one of my baby
You see her boyfriend always used to treat her badly (why)
Because she used to play it dirty (oh)
raided the dope spot, eight year old kid got shot
'Cause they mistook his BB gun for a Glock
And I ain't forgot about the homie Lano
He got killed by
all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee
beatin' shots he
Loves doin' it bareback bare facts
Bait in them clothes don't wear that
But he just wanna step anyhow and air that
Yo, anyway lil' bro, man
out
There go another fuckin weirdo with his head in the clouds
(Wow)
Your bringin me down
(Now)
They stealin my style
(Now)
My finger's fully raging
should look for something new
Should experience some cold to see his fire
Should go to the mountaintop alone
Then he knows where the panther is
In her
to take his place
Bear with his tomfoolery... Even if it splits
Your face! Don't be
Fooled by a peaceful
Un! He scared of em' supremacists! Of
Whom, trump
deserve the whole gusto
Sweet as fresh candy, hear it in her voice talk
I can't handle that little switch when she walk
So natural
She even got her own
page
Yeah
So he thought
And he thought a little more
He caught a young hot star headin' into town
And then he hid behind his typewriter
side by side
mango in the clearing
the ships in the harbour
finally fell asleep
cried ourselves
well, i couldn't sleep
got up
frowned alone
the middle
pizza
I should be sponsered by Lil Cesar
Got them banjos i don't need Visa
Free my little sister Deidra
Told my daughter
Don't follow be a leader
I'm
And the dudes in the studio all day
But they making lullabies
Killing the vibe
They ain't even do it, right
Better get an alibi
Hello Hi to a hater guy
And I'm
black marker
Our's country in being run
By a giant kindergartener
This is more than a song
It's a call to action
Please wake to his falsehoods
Defect
black marker
Our's country in being run
By a giant kindergartener
This is more than a song
It's a call to action
Please wake to his falsehoods
Defect
Finished
Everybody scared to talk about God in Social Media
No Wikipedia
Wickedness got us acting greedy
Huh
Money on my mind, if it's money over love
God
No he never wrote me nothing, but I can't forget his face
(Repeat Chorus)
Ohhh. There's a lying in your silence. Tell me where did Johnny go?
Ohhh.
more gory
It involves two revolvers and some powder gettin' snorted
Chuck's plans got aborted
His homies weren't going to the club
Where they planned
standing by, I'll tell these niggas, "Let's go"
And then we fin' to ride, and he fin' to die
He fin' to die, throwing up his own blood
With a slug in his
And then we fin' to ride, and he fin' to die
He fin' to die, throwin' up his own blood
With a slug in his motherfuckin' mug
I do this outta love, cause
Swing it, oh
Swing it, zum, zum, zum
I met a Puerto Rican girl on a Sunday, heh
Stood in her house until Monday
Tuesday she fell in love with me
a normal person
But with darkened skin and a little tail that peeped out over its trousers
Intrigued, the Sun left his designated spot in the sky and went
a nigga hold together
Or will the new lane lead em' to the same pen
And the hunger strike in em' to the same tin
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