Lyrics:
pardon me
If you'll please pardon me
I gotta go handle some business so don't wait up too late
It's like he's stressed out, he ain't the best now
Feeling
(scratches: Reflection Beatdownz)
[Claymore] Now we in it just to win it x2
We zombie killers and-
Now we in it just to win it
(Verse 1: Claymore)
of the people none of the time
Most of the people like to get grossed out all of the time
Ain't that right
But you make me sick every time, every time
I see
level up
Eat dirt what the devil does
Eat perks watch her feathers ruff
Told me she just like it rough
I'm a dog, know bout dat ruff
Ain't no bark, I'm
fair
I just took a trip to mars and I ain't even pay no fare
My brodie just took a bar he told me he gon meet me there
Pit stop pit stop pit stop
get a bag and it’s not no baloney
I want ya mind I don’t want none honey
blu strips coming in make me horny uhn fetti woopah got that paper on me
lil EZ told me
Bitch clonin little EZ's niggas so fuck you you weren't original
Mono why mono ain't no subliminal Hey
When I regime in fatigues we ready
Should I hate street credibility I'm talkin' 'bout
Hatin' all money, power, respect in my will
Or hatin' the fact that none of that shit make me real?
has a price, okay what's the cost
None of my niggas would ever double-cross me
I just hope that I don't get lost
It don't matter if my wrist on frost
with him)
He just want clout and he don't want problems
He ain't no real killer (he ain't no real killer)
I don't entertain him, I know we dangerous
the funk
I'm representin for the Yay cause, ain't no love
For none of these pretty-boy ballers, they just some fake thugs, wit a Yay plug
We them niggaz
just trying to be who we're supposed to be
Girl you always said you would be there for me
When I look around I'm all by my lonely
Guess I got to go call
love letter
See. Love wouldn't let you fall in love just to leave you
Love wouldn't speak of a future it ain't agree to
Love wouldn't try to keep you
a bitch gon' swoop me
I'm so T. Box a bitch like a boosby
With some glocks shoot a bitch with a two-piece
Bitch you ain't got it and that's when you lose
on the internet
I cry my way to the bank
You ain’t love Nipsey until he died and none of you niggas did ride for him
Do a victory lap before I begin
No I in team
that ain't yours
Hood operator and none too greater
With the infiltrator bustin on these gangsta haters
Stuck in the zone, havin papers, havin more zone
me heated
I'm feelin like death
But I know I got it
Ain't holding my breath
This shit ain't easy
I pick up the pieces
They gave me a reason
Its just
get it then
You want it with me ain't no one said
You want it with me come get it then
Who want it with me ain't hear a thing
One time
Two times
Three
Just a little bit
My joy might be disruptive
To those who spread their Shit
But I aint got no fucks left
At least none that I can give
I like girls
You keep doin' me how you want
You just my end up all alone
But be careful and watch your tone
I know it's bitches on your phone
I ain't the type
worry bout that, cause I know that I got a plan
Why you talking too much? This ain't none of your business, the CEO like I'm my own man
I'm just tryna
none of it can take the pain that I feel
Have mercy on me, have mercy on me
I’ve been through some fucked up shit in my life
No more good days, I’m just
ain't goin back broke no
and we gone get us some dough
I'll really die for this bro
So let's go get us some more*2
None of these niggas gon' touch me though
I spent a band on a nigga, just to get him fucked with
You wanna get stuffed in the trunk, lil ho
I made
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