Lyrics:
that I gotta switch my whip Cause I seen 12 was in it
You feel that you gotta switch your blick
Cause you can't frame a killing
Gotta make sure she
the Timberlands in November
Shorty called me Santa in December
But guess what, my Wally's got messed up
Autograph pressed up what, blessed enough to blow your
me on this trip
We gonna get high
we gonna get high
We gonna get high
1-2 ain’t not telling what we gonna do
It gets to 3-4 lay your body right there
the trap right now I can get it off fast shit quick as it came
Hell naw I ain't never do this for fame
Way before rappin' they knew me by name
I was out
thinkin' and then if I changed my daily thang,
Nigga don't hand with them phony busta niggas,
Only roll with thugstas, killas, Pick up me gun and me stick
lied
Count paper by my lonesome, why
Niggas fake, I see through the disguise
Try me and you'll get shot in the eye
Really don't wanna make mamas cry
niggas getting beat
My old homies watching over me
Why I never lose my loyalty
My momma stressin' I don't wanna see
Had to raise us by her lonely
I got so
me but twin 49 rapper
It's more to mine rapper
Saw that rhyme after, yeah, got the right gat
Eat with the 2 Way they scared to write back
Lay
• Krizzz
01 - Intro (voice by Julia Marks)
02 - Porn Kings - Up To No Good
03 - Xirallic - Breakin Beat (cequo Remix)
04 - K Deejays - Your Face
brought rappers to me, for approval
Now I give you sixteen bars, for removal
I punch you in your temple make you stagger like Yeltsin
Over hand right
brought rappers to me, for approval
Now I give you sixteen bars, for removal
I punch you in your temple make you stagger like Yeltsin
Over hand right
12 gauge sonic enuh
Brain gone Weh Di gravity go
me see breakfast when u mumma vomit it up
IG close friends weh me post di picture
bare people a say me
we smoke him a lot
I take off my shirt when I'm hot (hot)
I'm quick to spray down your block (boom, boom)
Can't stop 'cause 12 too hot (nah, nah)
An award they ain't hand me, but I sat behind Will
And right in front of Wayne, and got seen by the family
I miss the early morning convos, believe me
Packing this third eye, pursue a Cyclops
They trade in they high tops for nice sized white rocks (excuse me)
Words in my right then pass my left ear
Your
and pick your bags up
Don't know what lay ahead
I'm nothing like the last one
I'll stay until the end
So what you tryna do
Bae it's only 12 A.M.
I'm tryna
world, his life was in my hands
Watch your back for all them snakes, because they seem to reel me in
It's somethin' in my mind and I think it's demons
We
original niggas, fuck your feature, we don't need ya
Every verse a universe, twist the flow up like Lupita
Bitch, I'm just a hustler, the nigga version
when we not together, when it all comes together
So please forgive me for my selfish ways
See a better version of myself when I'm self engaged, and trust
we're all gonna die
You in the back there, you're gonna die
Throw your hands up in the
Front ‘cause you're gonna die
Everybody outside walking by's gonna
with me I'm hot"
By now I could have sold some mills and
Showed that I was so for real
While your roster fucked around
Like Lauren Hill's
Let me stop, I
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
Got a pretty girl from the country
Playboi in your city
Taught her ain't no lunch free
I stack hunnids, twennies, and fifties
If I'm getting my hands
sits on your mind like chrome
Lets say your brains is V12, put it in drive let it roam
What color? Might as well make it same as your dome
You need
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