Lyrics:
a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick
And by the way, suck a dick
You don't like it and eat shit then slit your wrists
And jump off a roof and land in a pool
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
Hayce Lem hayce Lem
Hayce Lem hayce
J’ai peut-être pas la belle gueule habile et
Gue-din, met les balles dans le gun
Mégalomane à l’agonie
Vil et malin,
asshole on a mission
Mixing,
Like I'm in the kitchen, Baking so da product
Have em ballerina spinnin
Don't got a gun no I don't
Don't got a gun no I don't
a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick
And by the way, suck a dick
You don't like it and eat shit then slit your wrists
And jump off a roof and land in a pool
Kiss my daughter on the cheek and I'm strapped as we speak
Dirty money get bloody, you still see the gun wounds
But what's funny are the ones that we
the bullets go la la la la la
Make the bullets go la la la la la
Yo you looking at the face of death
Gun shots make a bet
First nigga take a step
Pistols where
Eve
Watching rain drops on my window pane (Mm hmm)
Oh winter rain (La-la la-la)
Oh winter rain
Memories of you keep flashing by
Breakfast in bed
Eve
Watching rain drops on my window pane (Mm hmm)
Oh winter rain (La-la la-la)
Oh winter rain
Memories of you keep flashing by
Breakfast in bed
She got a gun in her purse right now
Got a scale in her purse right now
Got some pills in her purse right now
She got a bag in her purse right now
oh)
(Eh oh, eh oh)
The world don't stop
Keep my guns pop guy
In my hood we get beat up by the cops
C'est la vie
The blocks too hot
We tryna
gun et bah pose le par terre (par terre)
Y a after dans le cimetière (cimetière)
Dans la rue j'suis prestataire (-tataire)
Mais à l'époque mes
They got me killin' with them
They got me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum, holdin' arms, bustin' guns with them
They got me fearin' the pen,
Don't fuck with us, you don't want none
Don't trust no one, so we brought guns
Know guns'll bust when the squad come
No bumpin' gums, we don't talk
to live since I was kid
Playing in the yard with a 30-06
House look like a gun range
Room look like a gun store
Either you're gonna know my name
Or niggas
seems
That these roads here were paved to broken dream
Ain't no Las Vegas lights
Ain't no California coast
And I've seen a lot of both
But this shit
Gather round
I got a story to tell
This my ghetto lullaby
Lullaby
La la la la la lullaby
This my ghetto lullaby
Lullaby
La la la la la lullaby
This
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
I'm about my issue babe
And you can tell by my name, yeah
I'm about my issue babe
Whatever stands in my way, yeah
Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da
Asics, (coke test) I ace it
I been rich, since 20, bitch
Gun right by the cash (what's that?) the money clip
This Gucci kicker got your girl in nuddy
Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting
like bowels
And take all your princesses, bitch
I am Bowser
Fuck superpowers, I got this weed
Gun on my hip, dawg, that's all that I need
I don't play
Sha.
Sha.
Sha.
La la la la la la.
Sha
Drivin' down the road in a big blue car,
With the top way down, a night full of stars,
An' my
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