Lyrics:
know nothing
Y'all some snitches
Cut off his head throw his body in the dungeon
With this 12 gauge steady pumping
While your running
Boom
Ima Ricky your
a 12-gauge double barrel shotgun, I own a regular shotgun, I own a regular hunting rifle, I own a 9mm, a 357, a 45 handgun, a 38 special, and, erm... I own
come correct she know that I stay on it
I ain't sleeping so forget about coming creepin' late on me
Got the 12-gauge on me
I got a .38 on me
I got
I hit me a gate
A 30 in my hand and 40 on my waist
Fuck 12
I hit me a bush just to stash it away
From the south to the nawf i had to run the whole
I like girls sleeping in with my girls
Call me Big Papi with the way I hit home runs
I'm okay if bitches sleep with my girls
Only for the body
cock the glock and make room
Shit man i got a 12 guage with the infared scope
I found a tec 9 it use to be a radio
But now i'm a g, psycho, crazy
Fuck
thang's in ya face man
It's Project Pat wit' that 12 gauge strapped ya'll
I blow yo' chest out yo' motherfucking back dawg
Chorus-4x
Pat starts
beat that
Who done man like a zig-zag?
No chit-chat, no fist fight, aye pree that
Back the 12 gauge, then kill man
the back with the 12 gauge
Or we gon' do that nigga like they did Ray Ray (Ray Ray)
Got a nigga stealin' from his friends
Ridin' wit a Drac' in a Benz
sweat
Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit
But why they still riding to your old shit?
Party by
yuh go heaven
Big mac 11 send yuh fi go rest wid di devil
Bwoy come a tell mi how
Much him ratchet blade
Pump action full him up a 12-gauge pebble
Nuff
some Russian rifle weh me did hide weh
Mek we tek it to dem like inna di old days
Real pliers fi pop out toenails
12 gauge di real not old nails
mama Portia please
To send Mavado and Kartel ova seas
Roach gun rip up di mango trees
12 gauge pellet big like bumblebees
Di bryco fit di pocket and mek
You know what the fuck be pissing me off?
The other motherfuckers think they running my block
Jump off that fucking stoop, hit the fucking gate,
away with me (rear-view mirror)
FINcL CH LYRIC (12.2.14)
Hit the ground running, watch this night burn up in flames, no time to waste
Run away with
tiny
And you run up behind me trying to get pregnant by me
And in a year, I'll bet you'll be on welfare
Don't cry for help dear, you put yourself
Pass it off wit the ice
Don't believe all the hype (2017 shit)
Better run the red light
Nigga get hit by Lil' Freaky
We get them sticks from Lil'
try to run, that makes it even more fun
I just cold lamp and vamp you with the shotgun
Cops try to flex.. but guns they'll never find..
My Lethal
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
never catch me
But soon as I'm thinkin' of makin' my getaway
Ain't this a bitch
Some fedy with a 12 gauge
Put the barrel fight up to my shit (stay
Dear Mama
If some people came by the house lookin' for me
I'm innocent of anything they say I done
Now I don't know when I'll be able to write
and departed
Probably blown by a 12 gauge shawty so harshly
They Ronda block so Rousey surrounding spots being cautious
Counting losses in this mosh pit
They
12 gauge shotty, with a pump like Joe Dumar's
Shells the size of Sprewell lugs, go through cars
Rip apart your new Bentley nigga, like Dre sent me
my beloved nine hits hard as red wines vine goes off just like a landmine
Hits hard like a beer stein it's fine my nineteen by nine hits hard like
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