Lyrics:
brag, I am the best motherfucker with the flow
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Eenie, meanie, miney, moe, catch a rapper by a toe, cuttin they throat
Baby know me
nestál
Degeši dostali love na trapstar
Řekni mi jedinej důvod
Proč mladej satan by s tím měl přestat a
Já makal a nespal bra
Neprosim o fame
A přesto mě
Killin' you by degree
Well, I went upstairs
To pack my, a-leavin' trunk
An I ain't never, a-drunk no whiskey
Know the blues made me a-sloppy drunk
the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
and backed up by click niggaz
That's trigga happy don't give a fuck bout killin niggaz
We killin' haters with tommy guns spillin' haters
The ghetto made us
arms and we staggered off into the night
Drunk, but overjoyed just to be employed
By the boys
The boys are killin' me
I'm just a sailor and a miner
motherfuckers who supposed to be killin' me
Peelin' me, and ya niggas ain't feelin me
Bad news, seem to travel fast
When you on the mask, and all about'cha
Feelin' it, overdose no killin' shit
Me an fre just hit the party turn't this shit up hella quick
Smoking thrax, we countin' racks
My bitch like
are the theme
You kill the whole scenery (scenery)
And you
Got that vibe the energy the energy (it's killin me)
Aye
Look how she walk
Look how she talk
Stuck in my own head, that's the usual for me
And I feel so fucking blind, it's too dark now I can't see
Focus on my eyes
And I'll take you some
They askin' me how bitch I do this shit often
I’m killin’ you niggas put you in a coffin
I’m killin’ you niggas but I won’t get locked up
Ya bitch
to the best of my ability
But the shit is killin me, killin me
How could you think that
This is what I wanted
I’m callin you
You fallin thru
You see I’ve had
diffused or fall by the wayside
Knock em out but they got saved by the bell, that's Bayside
You could lead right, but they ain't really gotta follow
And you
deep shit
Listen! I've gotta go but meet me after school
I'll be waitin' by the back 'round two, k?
Got it Hil!
The boy's so fair have fun with it
Third
fiendin' for a soul-touchin'
Boy, this Glock too quick to let me fold
Too cold in control, I got it up on my own
Too old and go-mode, still doin' it by my
the city
Showed her the life, she knows all my moves, she killin' us, yeah
I say, "Ayy", she sendin' me nudes
Control your bitch, she sendin' me nudes
talk out your neck, then we laying em down
Its more than just rap we aint playin around
Turn me up a little bit
Alright, let's go
You can tell by
where I go
Before I come home
He don't know what he does to me
I need him more than the air I breathe
All his killin is killin me
Why's that boy's voice
homicidal poetry killin' again and again
T-Mix gave me the gun when he sat and made the track
A mental picture forms when I fire up a batch
Of sticky
killin em quick
Now it’s getting real yeah
Tell me what you feel yeah
Tell me what you know
You don’t wanna ride yeah
Take another life yeah
Killin
want my head, thats too Bad
Cause I'm ready, steady, deadly
Many wanna see me down Bleedin
You ain't doin nada really
I'mma villan, killin killin
Any
the sheets and you slipped away
A ghost in here
I can't believe
There's a ghost in here
I can't breathe
You're killin' me
You're killin' me
You're killin' me
the tree
Escaped their games and came to me
Well, one year on, no, I'm not scared
I've sent the invites, I'm prepared
For all the monsters, blood and gore
[Notorious B.I.G]
I went from construction Timbs, to Ac's with rims
Flippin mix tapes - to bitches feedin me grapes
Peep my mind state, Big Poppa
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