Lyrics:
down freeways n 50 in residence
Up n down titties
Thats hunnids n fifties
I’m getting some head call it escort like presidents
Tell me I’m Mexican tell
pull it together, ain't no holding on
We gotta do this together, ain't no holding on by myself, yeah
We gotta pull it together, we gotta do this
Wavy gang flippin trap pack
Keep my drugs in my backpack
Swear ima make it on zack on facts
My rueger yell rat a tat tat
I've been holding a mic for
jokes
Influenced by music thats outdated like amish folks
I promise though, nowadays rappers are common clones
Its hard to make the call without no bars
the sides of St. Louis dirty
You know I'm representing the STL
And I also wanna thank
Capitol Record, you know what I'm saying
For holding it down from
will lay down the track if you deliver me home again
Oh when did it begin? Cross legged and holding hands
Singing songs about something bigger than
to run out the Tee back than they had Aga at lock
Iuma at prop, old dogs be holding it down cos they still got what your not
It's passionate we always
he not gon' use it
Put that shit down
She on my phone cause she know I last rounds
If I gotta leave then she holding me down
Over her head so I'm
It's a jungle out here boy
Can't fumble out here boy
It's a jungle out here boy
Can't fumble out here boy
Ain't nothing that's holding us ain't
money in the stock market and shit
Young nigga get young nigga get it
Don't stop
You know what I'm saying
Shout out the O G's holding it down
Niggas like
Uh, yeah woo! Uh, it’s going down, niggas!
Yes! Khaled! Free! Uh, uh, uh
It’s that slow flow, F-R double-E, nigga
See them pussy niggas but you
dick to ya
Got my niggas in here motivated
Heated, gang related and it’s like this
Bitch
This is for my homeboys
Let's show 'em how we get-get down
Show
gang with the muhfucka Pain
If you seeing red clouds, then you heard of our name
We going insane in yo village
That shit wasn't hidden from me
When it
up on your gang pull out the strap let it bang
Doing this shit for the gang no point doing shit for the fame
Chase down op better stay in your lane
Kid
might be
It's just me, the machine, Westside, Hermes for Hitler, Jay-dolf Spitler
Burning niggas live with the scripture
Like Gang Starr and Freddie
copies
While fakers lying, this creative mind has the skill
To learn from Gang Starr that it's hard to earn the mass appeal
I'm bouncy with the flow when I
on it, you gotta feel it
Get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall, get your back off the wall, tell me
your friends around
Only few, I'm holding down
Just shaved down to the baby face
Clothes on me, guess it's Holiday
Fried, no sides
rack (gang, gang, gang)
Tummy shot, they had to staple that shit back (skrrt-skrrt)
Treesh, she gone bend down, let me hit that
Flee, takin' no
Ay, Nicki
A we say tight nookie and stiff titty
Caribbean girls run it
Ayo, Skeng, true seh me peng (fully dunce)
Ratty Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang
flow, so low and behold
I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom
It's all about expanses, stocks of skunks,
props and my pops get a mansion
By the age
raid yours
Run on one of us? That's what a gang's for
Phantom Troupe coming in to control those
Who oppose us, Hunters taking low blows
Raining down
Oh, we might die for this shit, nigga
Uh, might go down for this shit, nigga
Gang, gang bangin' that crip shit
Niggas said cuz in the first
validation from likes
You hate looking in the mirror but you give it a try
Cause all the little things you fear always turning down the ride
Always turning
.jpg/310px-Ringo_Starr_and_all_his_band_(8470843180).jpg "Ringo Starr & His All Starr Band")
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