Lyrics:
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by
Singin' Johnny Cash and I almost get hit by a car
And tell this dude to fuck off
And he rolls down his window
And he's got this weird mustache
And I
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
think it fell by your gate
Well it's not in my van, so I checked my jeep
Limited edition 4x4 with leather seats
Looked in the ashtray and only found
What's in the future, has it just begun?
Blinded by science, I'm on the run
Blinded by science, I'm on the run
Blinded by science, I'm on the run
years old he was in the blizzard he got shot for being cold
It don't seem right tonight hit the lights alright
Watch the roaches run into the darkest
Poles on me, left and right
Run up on me, he got hit by the light
Poles on me, left and right
Run up on me, he got hit by the light
Poles on me, left
the snakes then y'all go 'head
I keep a pedicured lawn so them snakes, they will be dead
Tears of joy run down my cheek onto the soil
I would trick off
that coffin ready
Run up in your crib, I fuck your wife and eat up your spaghetti
All I do is write rhymes, smoke trees and pipe dimes
Hustle all day
as you can
Get on out of here while you still have a chance
He said run
Get on out of this town
Hit the coast
Go on and put that pedal down
Sweet Tracy
She
I just hit your main bitch on my iPhone
I got ten hoes by my side, never feel alone
I just took ten shots of the Jameson
Yeah, they jealous 'cause
Back to the trap
Get that pack in
Bitch it's foe life
Richy Mack 10
Connected for life
Marley Mack 10
I take a hit
Like I'm Mack 10
Richy ice cube
me (fuck 'em)
I'm on a test run like Johnny
Fucked the bitch off the Perc' like a zombie (fuckin' that ho)
Pulled up to the show and I'm 'bout to go
They gon' run up in yo place yeah
We gon' have it all in a day yeah
Runnin' up my cash, order more up
Pullin' on the gas, keep it hundred
We hit
y'all
Fuck Reggie Denton and Jimmy (Johnny) Cochran
Damn I couldn't get close enough to sock him
I plead guilty your honor
Cause I dissed the Pope
Flat-Top Ó 1990 Lyrics: Russ Zimmer / Ian Cannon
Composer: Russ Zimmer
Performed by: 55 Alive
Verse 1:
Out
Migos
Ay, ay, ay, nigga
Look at this nigga right here, man
Roll the window down, roll the window down
Bap-bap-bap, yeah
I made sure I hit his
What's up everybody, is your boy Johnny Richter
The same mother fucker you used to see in pictures
With a bong, a joint, a pipe, or a big bag
Imma star I'm beaming like Scottie, she all on my body, put her on a jet
I needa go hit up Johnny Dang and just put some flawless right
feelin like a Johnny Storm
With my Flame on
Ok
You know I got heat like a block full of police
That goes deeper than you think like Frozen 2 and memories
Rocks if l go broke.
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse Two: Layzie Bone]
Lil' Lay hey coming in a form of scripture, finna get ya and hit magic
Droppin' down
in the building
55 Hunnit my niggas they with it
BPA move like no limit P Miller
Ima hot head Johnny Blaze
I need me a bike and a jack with the zippers
the building
55 Hunnit my n**** they with it
BPA move like no limit P Miller
Ima hot head Johnny Blaze
I need me a bike and a jack with the zippers (UHH UHH)
You
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